Author Archives: Taylor

My goodness!  I am flattered by all the compliments on my arrow sign.  You shouldn’t have!  And yes, it is darling, thank you for noticing. I took HD in to the eye glass clinic. *sigh* I don’t know if you … Continue reading →

The other night, David’s mother calls him.  She is a nice woman.  We all love and cherish her.  She is not overbearing by any means, nor does she call too often.  She is a peach! We give her two thumbs … Continue reading →

I am happy to report that Miss America might be a fit mother after all.  Sam is one week old today, and a more cuter calf he could not be. She oft brings him to the feeders and water and … Continue reading →

I have a cute, green wire basket on my counter.  Its only purpose is to hold eggs.  My boys will never figure this out.  They bring eggs in and dump them on the couch, on the kitchen table, and on … Continue reading →

I don’t think Miss America is a very good mother. There. I said it. She is never with her calf.  Yesterday, I went to check on them and found the calf laying in some brush.  She was probably about 150 … Continue reading →

Today was just plain lovely.  Brunch and pedicures with two of my teacher gal pals. It looks like we all got the same color, but they were all three different.  It was fun and swell and a nice distraction from all … Continue reading →

On the morning of Kate’s surgery, it came to me.  A little voice.  It said: Taylor.  Paint the chicken coop Sea Serpent Blue. And I just could not ignore it. And then the voice suggested I also paint the door … Continue reading →

You might recall that my 17 year old, Kate, got her wisdom teeth out yesterday. We got home and she rested and felt much better.  And then, right before bedtime: Kate:  Mom.  Apparently I sent a video to Hadley when … Continue reading →