Goat Farm

This weekend was the first official gathering at Grandpa Lar and Connie's new digs, "The Goat Farm".

Just to be clear, there are not now, never have been, and most likely never will be goats on this property. No one seems quite sure where this name came from, but it's sticking.





We had tractor driving lessons,





Checked out the future site of many camp-outs and sword fights (Bess seems to think that this little grove ought to be reserved for her little girls' Fairy Princess Land, but since said little girls don't actually exist yet, we Stewarts have claimed it for tree forts, zip lines, and dirt digging.
No fairy dust allowed. Sorry, Auntie.















The funky double-wide trailer will disappear soon, to be replaced with the Dream House.








This is the Dream Woodshop/boat storage barn (with greenhouse!)







Elaine can't wait to come visit and mow the lawn.

Maybe this extra fancy lawnmower is just what we need to get Uncle Goopy out to the West Coast for a visit; I bet this is one lawnmower that he CAN'T resist!