The
Peterson Ranch
2003-2005
These
photos were taken with my new Aiptek digital camera.
They are mixed.
The
mulberry tree.
Scooper-guard
dog, keeping an eye on our junk.
I
built this for Roxy and Scooper, but now the goats sleep there.
Looking
at the orange trees from the pond.
Automatic
gate opener.
Full
moon through the berry tree.
Denise
planting tomatos
Right
after sunset.
You can see the radio antenna towers across the street.
Mowin’ the lawn at dusk.
Finger
over the lens trick.
Our garden in the front never did well. Not enough sunshine.
Fat
guy mowing lawn.
Five H.P. power mower with twelve B.P. (Budweiser Powered)
propulsion.
Gotta mow around the junk.
Guard
dog, Scooper.
This
has to be around 2004. That little tree was our fifth Christmas tree in the
trailer. Every year it floods here.
Between
that and goat nibbles, it did not survive, and I replaced it with a couple of
maple trees.
We
were driving the ’84 Mercury around this time.
Looking
out toward the pond from the front yard. It took years to clear the cattails out of the pond.
Our
first, second, and third Christmas trees that we enjoyed in our new home.
Denise
grew some nice vegetables in her little garden. She had enormous big beef tomatos that weighed over a pound.
Dan
and Susan put up this barbwire fence so that Freddy and Angel could stay in our
pasture.
Our
home
The
small tree on the left is a Mimosa. Fran supplied us with our very first trees,
so we gave it the name “Fran Tree”.
Denise
worked at the Roseville market for several weeks. She bought the purple plum
tree from the market’s owner, Bob, when she left.
The
bamboo patch came from a patch next to the railroad tracks. That palm tree went
into the ground next to the tin shed we got from Crabtree.
John
Pibb gave Denise some aloe vera
looking things. She planted them around our only tree, the wild plum.
Every
year they make a ton of beautiful salmon colored flowers that the hummingbirds
love.
Gorgeous.
That
palm in the pot is thriving at Oroville
From
the front gate.
Our
neighbor rents out these giant blow up toys. He has
bouncy castles. This is one.
.
Denise
bought a wading pool for her special friend, J.C.
I don’t think he likes it!
Without
cable, all I had to watch on T.V. was P.B.S.’s Bob Ross. I gave his
methods a try. Scooper supervised.
Playin’ with my toys. I just started buying
digital equipment, and boy, did I have a lot to learn. Scooper
supervising.
Denise
went to get some gifts for the grandkids, and she found Miss Piggy and Kermit
at McFrugals.
We
tried them on first.
J.C.
without the boys.
Bill
and Hillary.
Our
boat that we found beside the road.
Pete
and miss Grumpy Jeans.
The
house across the street. Beautiful yard.
We had
to share with some slobs for a while. This got cleaned up in August of
’05. Thanks, Bob.
The
circular driveway.
Denise
and her best friend.
Oranges
in bloom.
Watch out for bees. Smells like heaven.
Looking
back at the pond from the orange trees.
Our
home, Bob’s junk in foreground.
Fran
and Leo gave that Buick to us, when we had nothing.
The
goats love to play on top.
The
Critters
Danny’s ducks. Someone dumped four ducks at Dan’s place. They got out and moved in over here.
Rock-a-doodle
(Rocky), our first volunteer chicken.
J.C.
Little Bit and Hillary on left, Lady (barely visible) on right.
Little Bit, and Little Little. Bill is little guy’s dad.
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My first dog! My best friend!
The pond
One hundred fifty photos of the pond: http://www.petesmemories.com/pond.html
fish
Denise’s goldfish. When I poisoned the water in my little bathtub pond, Denise rescued the goldfish.
Bill When the neighbor’s goats got into John’s pasture, we couldn’t hold Bill, and we gave him to the neighbors.
When he broke back in to impregnate Little Bit, again, I had to destroy him. He couldn’t be fenced.
Lady, our old mama goat. Hillary Little Bit and Little Little.
Goats kill trees!
Eileen (I Lean), our mama duck, was injured, and walked with a limp.
J.C.
The Boys
When Scooper wanted to be petted, he put his chin on my knee.
The Canadian visitors.
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These were hard years, and our most prized possessions were our
critters!
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