Guy time

While Liz was having a "work retreat" (play date) with some colleagues, it was all guys here on the homestead. 

We put together a new feeder for the pigs and the boys delivered it all by themselves. It's fun/sad to see them so grown up. 

Even the pigs are tired of the mud. So much mud; everywhere we look it's just mud, mud, mud. 

Someone fell in. 

We had quiche. Hallelujah, amen. 

Our rhubarb and berries that made jam this morning. I even used Great Grandma's chinois to get the currant seeds out. All of these came from our own land--we planted everything except the black raspberries--those came from the woods. I'm guessing we'll have mulberries en mass tomorrow and for a couple weeks.