|Chipped Doors at Holly Hill Farm|
There is just something about it up on the hill. I don't know if it is the dappled light, the chipped paint or the lovely animals, but there is something magical about Holly Hill.
When we drop John off to spend some time with his friends and the animals, Conor and I go visiting. First stop is always the chickens to feed them grass and weeds. On this trip, we were lucky enough to see some chicks. They were so tiny. Meeting them really made our day.
Conor also LOVES the tractors.
They're old and beat up and have so many stories to tell.
We don't go on them, but discuss what they do on the farm.
I particularly love this one:
|Conor and the tractors|
I may be slightly obsessed with chalk paint (okay, I am obessessed with chalk paint), but doesn't this color on the wheel barrel look like ASCP Provence?