Great goats

Goat whispering. The goats were enjoying their sprawling pen as we took a post-brunch stroll at Heritage Hill. Hanging out. It was a multi-generational affair all the way around. Another litter appeared to be on the way, too.

New friend

Happy at Heritage Hill. The family brunch at Heritage Hill went over big-time for my dear wife Karen, terrific daughter Elisabeth, George Three and mom Sue. A little stroll to greet the campus farm animals helped work off the grand Easter meal, too. Karen got along great with the donkey. Another meal. The kids and…

Ready for chilly ballgame

Warm at this point. The second homestand of our Syracuse Mets’ season still featured some chilly weather. My dear wife Karen and I knew to dress in layers. Yes, I added a hoodie a few innings later.

Cat in the park

Sweet Eva there in spirit. When our Syracuse Mets announced the inaugural cats at the stadium game, terrific daughter Elisabeth and George Three got harnesses and leashes for kitties Vinnie and Izzy. Backpacks. A stroller. The inside kitties began seeing their neighborhood in a very supervised manner. But before game day, it was decided they…

It’s golfing season

And we’re off. A week or so ago, Tater and I decided it was time to start our golf buddy golf season. He’d played a time or two solo. Me, no. So the cool round at Orchard Vali was not great for good shots on my end. He hit it better. Little by little, though,…

I get the point

End of the line right out there. It felt good to see the end of the winding walking trail at the way west end of our lake park. I’ll return to venture more when it’s warm, I thought with a slight April shiver.

No other way

Drivers beware. If you drive in, be prepared to stay awhile, I thought as I walked to the way west end of the lake park. Or, don’t drive in.

Watch those puddles

Walk carefully. It’s going to take some sunny days to get this casual water out of here, I thought as I thought about getting closer to the shoreline at the way west end of the lake park. Yes, golf-think is entering my spring brain.