Category: Rose’s Sunday Stories

As I was putting away my milking equipment yesterday morning, getting ready for another cup of tea while the milk cooled in the big stainless pan in the kitchen sink, I glanced out the dining room window in time to see our little flock of quail come barreling  in for breakfast. Darrell sprinkles cracked corn… Continue reading Darrell’s quail…

This “blog” idea has been a great adventure for me and I have and still do welcome your comments! My initial goal for this endeavor was to hopefully kick start a habit of writing on a somewhat daily basis as I have been pestered relentlessly by so many folk, yes you know who you are, to… Continue reading Diary of a Redneck Englishwoman!