Farm time

Meeting the family as they heard toward us to welcome us.

This is my Gypsy Grandpa Billy. knowing that some part of me has Gypsy life style. I learn a great deal of my lineage. I greatly appreciate this man for his respect for life woman, men, animals, music.

This is the organizing and cooking after a hard day making new beds for gardening.

Me, Mooky, Steven

Coffee Creek Community.

Beautiful people.

lovely guard dog.

I found Freedom in my bike ride to another farm where A beautiful family lives.

John and Hanna.. with their new daughter GRACE.

what a healing and blessings she is.

dang.

As soon as I walked up to the porch.. there laid 2 cute little kitties!

Meow!

Grace unfolds.

Centering.

I helped and learned how to can!

Beans and JAMS.

YUMM!

I learned how to play the Ukulele.

I made a song,

still in the works with the lyrics.

so much fun!

Over the Hill there is always something to get back to.

I have learned a lot from this trip.

I cannot say it has been easy. but the rewards have been sweet and ever turning.

* Plus to remember is that I read my book to people my age and they loved it and wanted a copy.. it was probably the best reading.

fucking profound. as if.

sometime I wonder if I can even harness this energy.

dang.

*another amazing this is that I recorded my DIDGERIDOO.. so SOLO CD will be coming out soon!