My mom had always said her sister was the black sheep of the family,still acting like it was the sixties where anything went as long as it felt good. I was here for the summer helping out on the farm and getting to know my aunt and her two daughters. But I was really getting to know them.
Two Florida women hope that by selling a pin-up calendar featuring naked female farmers and strategically placed produce, they can raise enough money for a down payment on some new land. The company's owners, Claire Mitchell and Danielle Krasniqiare currently farm-less; the landlord of their previous farm wanted to build homes there instead. So the ladies and their friends decided to strip down -- tastefully -- and rally folks to donate to their cause.
Michalina Hunter, the president of CAN, said she got the idea from a calendar she bought in How amazing would it be if we could raise that much for a community farm in Squamish? CAN is hoping to start with a community farm, then adding components over the years such as a food hub, community garden, covered workshop space and food forest.
Pearl glanced sideways at her niece. There was something about nubile young girls that Aunt Pearl always found very interesting. The horse was a brawny brute, his sleek coat jet black, his main flowing and his tail silken. He eyed the girl and his dark, moist lips curled out from his big, blunt teeth as he nickered softly.
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Posted by Autumn Jul 15, True Confessions 0. I grew up on a farm, not a massive farm, but certainly we had plenty of acres and were tucked away in the countryside. The size of the farm meant that the workers only had to come in a few days a week, and the rest of the time I just lived there with my parents, who kept the place running by themselves.
That was until the day his GPS went on the blink while traveling through the prairie provinces of Canada. Poor Jack, or maybe I should say lucky Jack, found himself on a dirt road, miles from anywhere and out of gas. As the old joke predicted there was a farm house in the distance and he set out to walk. By the time he reached the farm it was getting dark.