"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....
Annabelle says:
Are they going in the Barn tonight?
On July 19, 2012 at 7:58 pm
mds9 says:
Nothing like a horse in the yard.:)
On July 19, 2012 at 8:21 pm
yvonnem says:
Hoping and praying every animal and person stays safe and peaceful! :heart:
On July 19, 2012 at 8:34 pm
yvonnem says:
Oh, have you been riding her on the farm? I know the weather hasn’t been too great around here in the evenings.
On July 19, 2012 at 8:38 pm
Suzanne McMinn says:
We haven’t had a chance to ride Zip! Every evening, just as it starts to cool down, it starts pouring! Good for the creeks and pastures, but not for riding.
On July 20, 2012 at 6:32 am