Flabuless Mama
Postpartum Mama trying to conceive
What a morning Granny's had. The cart horse threw a shoe taking me to market on the cart. Grand dad Weatherwax had to come out on the tractor and re shoe poor old Samson. He's not as young as he was (Samson not grand dad, but come to think of it, Samson's got more of his own teeth than granddad) so it upset him a bit and he were a bit frisky for the rest of the journey (Samson not grand dad).
Nip of autumn in the air this morning when I went out to feed the pigs, I'm going root our me red flannel bloomers for tomorrow morning. The cold strikes yer nether regions something fierce going across that farm yard on a cold morning.
Granny cracks RawrGirl up. She is jealous of your farm. It seems like such a peaceful, traditional life. RawrGirl thinks she was born in wrong century.