I couldn't resist buying this rustic birdhouse from the teenage boy of a very poor, super-conservative Schwartzentruber Amish family.

As he shyly looked up at me, big brown eyes beneath his thick dark bowl-cut hair, I asked him if I hang it up would the birds come live in it?

"Yes, Ma'am," he softly but politely answered.

The strawberries in our garden are ripe.

And my grandchildren, especially the twin girls, LOVE strawberries!!!

Our sweet, sweet grandson Krew is four months old.

Four months old!  Wasn't it only yesterday that he was born????

This is the most recent photo I have of Dad, taken just a couple of weeks ago in North Carolina with my niece Seanna, my sister Barb, and me.

I am the firstborn of 4 children, and I reckon Dad and Mama found out (like all of us do) right after my birth what being a parent is all about.  I read somewhere that having a child is like having your heart go walking around outside your body for the rest of your life, which pretty much sums it up.

I love this movie clip taken in the summer of 1958 when I had just turned one.  Me and my Mama and Daddy....

Oh how I love my Daddy!!!  Happy Dad's Day!

Twenty-eight days ago, Kim put 15 peacock eggs in the incubator.

Do not ask why we need/want more peacocks.  I have asked that many times and so far have not received a satisfying answer.  My man just likes to mess with birds.

My brother Mark and his family were at Mama's for a visit last week.

The Indiana cousins had a blast playing at Gran-Gran's with their Texan counterparts.

Gathered up the grandkids next door for a photo shoot.

Do not take that last statement lightly....

Aren't they just the cutest little things?!

What else do you do on a Saturday night in the sleepy North Carolina town of Mt. Gilead?

Welcome to the world, Grace Sarah!

You can never really go back.