June means summer?
Collin has finally graduated!  He is opting for a job in Big Town at a car dealer near the mall.   Fingers crossed for that one.
We also learned that they are giving John a hard time in their error of margin which means that this glitch will keep Mom and Dad from coming up.   Now the plan swings another direction and leaves Tom and I to take care of the house.  Meaning,  maintenance that has to be done and packing and storing all that is there.
All month packing and moving things out.    Tom took a  trailer bed full to the flea market on the fourth.   We did fairly well, and alongside the things sold outright we made almost half of what Mom and Dad got for all of Grandma Clouser's things.   They still have more to sell, but trying to get the house empty to get that realtor in!  See what all this does to a guy?

As if our plates weren't full this month,  We lost Arty.
Jess brought all the horses in at night.  She was doing other work out there and heard commotion.   She thought it was boredom, playing with the buckets.  It persisted and she went to look.   There was Arty up against the north wall.   "Curbing" I believe the vet called it.  He got down and was stuck to close to the wall to get up.  Nine at night and Tom and I run out and pull at his feet to get him away from the wall.  Up he jumped.  O.k.  But he was sweating so bad.  We took him out in the yard and jess watered him down.  Thank goodness it was warm out that night.  We walked and walked him.  No kicking his stomach.  That is good.  But Jess still called Diana down.   Some meds and walking.   I stayed in the barn all night just to be sure he stood upright. About three a.m. he decided to be difficult.   I took him out and walked him more.   I went and got meds at the vet.   By early afternoon, he was out between the house and barn.    He started shaking uncontrollably,  and I told Tom he better decide what to do.  I barely had the words out of my mouth,  and he was down and gone.   That fast.    Poor Arty.   
We were fortunate enough to have a young man down the way that could come up and bury Art.   He lay along the line of Mathias, Rosie, and now him.
Poor Arty.

Tom and I were up  watching the news one morning before he went to work.   He laughed and said, "HA!  That's Ken's car!"  Gee, I wonder how he ever knew that!  

I am so excited!   The peony plant that came from my parents finally had a bloom.   How beautiful!

I see that the snowball bush lived through the winter too, but no blooms yet. A nice look at all the work that we have done.  Tom had bought mulch for the first time and I really like how the gardens look now!

See the cat Kenny carved out of wood with a chainsaw years ago?