There's a piece of Appalachian folklore floating around that says the colors of the wooly worm predict how winter will go. I believe it to be fact. My Grampa Eddie told me all about it as a child, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, due to years of "reading" them, that the … Continue reading Wooly worm winter
We're trying to be respectful of Bessie and her new baby (still unnamed), and we're trying to give them space, but it's JUST.SO.HARD! Ted checked on her this morning while I worked. Bessie doesn't want us to touch her so she puts herself between us and the baby. Gramma checked on her from across the … Continue reading We can’t get enough of the baby!!!