:: Snaps. From today, yesterday, the day before, and probably the day before that.
:: Front porch breakfasts.
:: Short, open, garden fence under construction so we can let the chickens into our yard again. Also, where I toil.
:: Childhood was meant to be played dirty. My future flower bed, current mud pit:
:: Lunch at the picnic table. (After clogging the drain with bath numero uno. Hey Jasmine, now I know what you do with that outdoor shower!)
:: Front porch horseplay.
(The crib is in limbo; nobody sleeping out there or anything.)
:: My latest apple tree--Norkent--gracing the garden.
Me, earlier that day: "Juniper, do you want me to do your hair today?"
Juniper: "Um, no thanks. Leave it down. I like it that way; it's kind of like an avalanche."camper trailer we bought when Hazel was 4 months old. It served us well for those early years, but we are so happy to have it off our hands. We drove to our old friend's house for a bar-b-que and camped in their yard. Hello, new family tent! Purportedly, in a sever wind and snow storm, you will be the last tent standing. Shall we put you to the test?