Missing Willow Farm

Lizzie has the ‘sit’ command down nicely.  We work with her twice a day.  She’s almost to the point where she won’t jump on us anymore which is great because she’ll probably grow up to be about 120 pounds.  We also practice walking her on a lead to make sure we’re able to get her to the vet.  They are situated on a very busy road so her first visit was challenging.  Farm dogs aren’t used to road noise.  She had to be carried into the office.  That won’t work much longer.

More accurately, growing peanut.  Of all the peanuts we planted this year, this is the only plant that came up.  This was a first time endeavor, and probably our last.  I mean… we’re attempting to grow Virginia peanuts in Virginia.  Anything that fussy to grow is too fussy for me!  Dang.  I wanted boiled peanuts.

Lizzie has selected the biggest tree in our pasture to pass her time so that’s where we’ve been feeding her.  Plus, her bathtub is there.  What more could a giant puppy want?

Actually a lot of help.  My friend Lora came over to teach me how to frost a cake on Friday.  She is a pastry master (obviously).   It’s as delicious as it is beautiful, it’s even torted inside.  I learned so many new skills that I am now officially dangerous.