Happy New year!



The whole Homeland Farm gang
        Happy 2020! I can't believe we are in a new decade, and January is well on it's way to being over. I hope the year brings continued health and happiness to my friends and family. Let's make it a BANNER YEAR!
         I think I will do a last decade photo recap for this blog, as there were some stellar moments captured on film over the last 10 years. Here we go!
Cliffy tending the fire in the backyard Chuppie the pig watching 2014



Chuppie was the best pig evah!
A certain peke came into our lives...crazy mutt..2014
Various critters 2015
Lots of work to do ALWAYS, right Cam?
Full summer moon 2015
Fall of 2015 brought another new arrival...Amelia!
6 months later.."Chubby Chumpkin" is created..2016\
How much is that donkey in the window?? Summer 16
Turk resting on the porch Fall 2016
Cliffy moving snow winter 16-17
Aww...Milly holding a baby chick spring 17




Milly riding Meatball fall 17

Tons of snow late winter 17-18



Much better sight! Green grass summer 18

Cant you just smell them?? Spring 19


Liam and Gabby cemetery work summer 19


And with that, we conclude the decade photo collection. Will write another blog in a couple weeks, when someone (ahem) turns the ripe old age of 57! How is that possible? Yet..here I am. Have a great day and will write soon...Toodleooooo!!   






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