The weekend of the 4th (Thanks Southwicks!) was the beginning, and by my recollection, nearly perfect. Why?
- A smoker was involved in consecutive dinners.
- We (without the appropriate hesitation) bought the largest box of fireworks.
- Turkeys. Sheep. Dogs. Chickens. Cousins.
- The farmers market we attended was supplied by actual farmers.
- The bonfire under the stars.
- Farm chores (lite).
- The beautiful summer storm that didn't interrupt any plans.







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