"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Joell says:
:happyflower:
I can hardly wait myself, our tomatoes are growing like crazy, I found a variety called “Hillbilly” the vines are so strong and lots of little tomatoes are on the vines. I can just taste a nice sliced tomato on homemade bread—yummy!
On July 7, 2015 at 5:45 pm
Louise says:
Missing you Suzanne. I hope everything is ok in your world. We worry when don’t hear from you.
On July 14, 2015 at 9:35 am