Home Again, Home Again.

{A stump I had been eyeing outside a local carpenter shop.  When I came home, it was waiting in the front patio. Our Doberman, Rojo is in the background.}

{The sunflowers have buds.}

{We had been given corn right before I left, so it was too hard to cook up and eat.  When stringing it up to dry, I was delighted to find that each ear was either purple or blue. I don’t think these kernels will be going to the chickens, but saved to plant next year.}

{The hen is still in her place.  If all goes well, we should have chicks by the end of this week or the very beginning of next! But as they say, don’t count your chickens before they hatch!}

Barefoot in Georgia

{And please note the adorable pudgy arm as well!}

More Friends.

Only the sweetest, most handsome little men around!

{Friends}

4,000 Words

Sunday Night.  Pure delight. And baby drool. 

{I and the brown-eyed little man are State-side for a few days, missing my beloved but enjoying every precious moment here.  The picture series above sums up the past few days beautifully.  We will be back to our regularly scheduled program here on the blog once we are back home.} 

The Broody Lady.

She has been quite faithful at her post and mothering skills.  A few more weeks and we shall see if all her work and patience pays off!

Coca-Cola

There is nothing quite like Mexican coke.  It has more sugar than the U.S. version and is an essential element in the Mexican culture.  As a general principle we do not buy coke when eating here at home, but gladly except a glass {or three} full when eating with others or we have visitors. 

The other day however, we decided to treat ourselves to a nice cold coke.  Rafa went out to buy and came back with the above bottle.  I thought, “Now why did he buy such a small one?!” Then I looked closer and realized it was a 2 liter!  

You know you have been in Mexico too long when….