They’re out there
We spent a beautiful fall weekend with Lammers cousins hunting the wiley ring-necked pheasant through tree belts, sloughs, pastures and…
We spent a beautiful fall weekend with Lammers cousins hunting the wiley ring-necked pheasant through tree belts, sloughs, pastures and…
9.22.13 – 9.27.13 My baby boy turned four. He requested a cowboy cake with a bronc rider and two pickup…
9.15.13 – 9.21.14 My little man has always had a thing with playing with his toes. Soybean harvest is close. …
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Indeed, it is. The skies over my little…