Tilling, planting, fencing. Not much time to write. My good friend Frank is finally blogging. I think Frank is too large of a guy to be confined in the city, where he works on jet engines. When he finally busts out of there, he's going to become Amish and drive a buggy. In the meantime, prepare for some turbulence on the internet. Happy blogging, Frank!

It's On the Road Again

[Just finishing this up after recovering from Blogger problems]

Everyone who has moved can relate to the experience of saying goodbye to a house you have lived in. Walking through the house, after all the packing is done and all your stuff is loaded, and the house is cleaned and empty, your voice echos in the empty rooms, and inside nothing sounds or looks quite familiar anymore. Then you get into the car and drive away for the last time, maybe taking a last look over your shoulder. Something kind of like that happened here yesterday, but instead of us driving away from our house, our house drove away from us. We all waved goodby from the front porch. This time we get to stay and the house goes. We'll sorta miss it.

Ice Cream

Yes, we are jumping the gun, but one of the best things about having a source of whole milk is getting to make ice cream, which we are doing right now. Sue figured out a great way to get the cream off the top. Just take the milk off the bottom with one of these. A genius, that woman.