My pa and I are heading up north today to see if we can trade some crops or lumber for a nice dress for my ma’s birthday
Forest bordering our farm
Girolarmo Pesce, The Martyrdom of St. Januarius
Hey, Januarius, bro! I brought you that sweet crown you asked f — oh shit. Uh. Nevermind.
(submitted by Ellie)
My cousin’s cow just had her calf!
Traded a man a small bag of grain for this picture of our lovely town
My mama wants me to have this here journal. But my pa thinks that this is women’s business. My pa is still stuck in the past, everyone has a journal nowadays.