The last few bales were picked up out of the field the other day so hay season is officially over. Being a city kid, cutting a bunch of grass is a lot more complicated than I figured it would be.

After a long time feeding the herd at the barnyard it is always so rewarding to get the cows out to pasture and see all the ladies, their kids and a happy bull in a big field of green grass.

After a long time feeding the herd at the barnyard it is always so rewarding to get the cows out to pasture and see all the ladies, their kids and a happy bull in a big field of green grass.

Every year we ask our father what he wants to do for Father’s Day and he never fails to reply with “I get to be a dad every day, let’s have another good day” so today has been another day in paradise.

My father was born and raised in Seattle and loved it, but like many he saw it go from a beautiful city to overcrowded.