A surprise awaited us in the barn. Two still-wet lambs were baaa-ing loudly. Rosemary dried them off and we introduced ourselves to them. They were en (...)

It is always heart-warming to see life created up close and personal. The littles ones followed their instincts and got a good start on life. They are (...)

This would turn out to be my last day at the farm. The freezing rain had delayed my departure but tomorrow Tina would drive me back to Ottawa. There w (...)

The sun returned following the freezing rain we got on Monday. Made for a lovely sunrise. I was up early despite going to bed late again. The Tiraisli (...)

First, I helped Rosemary dig out her small tractor. It had been buried when the snow pack on the shed roof slid off onto it. She needed it to clear th (...)

While Rosemary continued her chores I went back inside. I took some second story shots from the house.

The approaches to Tiraislin Fold, on the Clarendon Road, just off the Kingston Line. Just north of Maberly, turn left at the bent tree.

An exercise in composition.

How can you refuse such a mug?

G'day, my dear. And how are you now? Not bad at all, horse. What do you know for sure? <sigh> I don't know nuthin' from nuthin'. [Lanark County Langua (...)

Can I has a scritch? But of course, ma chere.

Horse laughing at my lame attempt at humour. Actually, it's just a yawn. It's hard to wake up these young'uns.

Rosemary invited me to the barn. I was still getting over my scare. Earlier, I had thrown out all the cats. They scatter along the path in front on th (...)

A picture of cold. Minus 28 C with a wind chill of minus 35 C. Sheets of ice from the freezing rain, snow stripped off by near gale force winds. Gotta (...)

Perspective exercise.

A fine ending to an unexpected week. I loved it all.