Les Francais sont arrivés! In the span of 4 days the farm has begun to resemble a French Refugee Camp. With a "merci" here, and a "de rien" there, we've managed to peacefully coexist, two cultures, two languages, in a house bursting at the seams, and everyone breathing in air that more closely resembles hot mud. We've been passing the time doughnut eating, afternoon swimming, laughing at ourselves, and watching old home movies with a projector and a canvas on the front porch. Everyone is being well fed and well watered (or wined) and that doesn't hurt in the morale department. Here are some pictures from the vacation so far.....
Brad and Dad's hard work has paid off. The finished outdoor shower.
Antoine "clothesline" de Givenchy.
A still of my Aunt 20 years ago smoking her pipe in neon green overalls. That's hard to beat.
150 year old farm in middle Georgia that went from 4,500 acres at one point to about 20. There are 11 goats, 3 dogs, 1 cat, 11 hens, 6 roosters, 2 mules, 4 donkeys, 5 pigs and 2 people that amble around these 30 acres looking after everything. Person 1: Letterpress prints in the general store when not tending to farm things. Person 2: Brews beer and picks ticks off the dogs when not tending to farm things.
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