Who Wants Take-Out? No One’s Counting Duck.

“Who wants a Duck Supper?” asks Mr Weasel. His little family all seated around their cedar stump table, bibs on, fork and knife, up. Dancing in their seats, they lick their lips. Leaving the woods, merrily, Mr. Weasel skips through the tall field grass. Arriving at New O’Hana Farm, he easily slips under the fence.Continue reading “Who Wants Take-Out? No One’s Counting Duck.”

The Good Man

Not to be confused with The Good Wife, which I do not believe I have ever seen? Have you? I’m getting off track. My title is because I am bragging on my husband. He does not like his photo on here, so sometimes you might see his arm or part of a person. He hasContinue reading “The Good Man”