Brown Paper Packages

a little wind

I have a little time on my hands, so I'm sifting through the pictures of this summer.  I came across these . . . in July, my parents had 110 mph straight winds with suspicion of rotation.  In other words, it was windy. 

These trees popped a hole in the sewer pipe . . . August helped Grampa Rog fix it up.

They have lots of truffula trees now . . .

Good thing this was the old pickup.  (And no, that is not a dead cat on the hood.  Not sure what it is, but it is not that.)

The sand box is under this, um, greenery.

Uncle James wielded the chain saw at this point.  I said, "Hey, Dad, isn't it a good thing you didn't already have the garage tinned?"  Heh, heh.  (It's been like a decade since he said he was going to tin the garage.  I thought it was funny.) 

when your daughter takes pictures

When loading pictures onto my computer, I frequently find, um, photos of interest that I did not take myself.  It is not uncommon for my children to 'borrow' my phone for various photo shoots.   I had to chuckle this time at the little peeks of the world from my three-year-old's perspective.

It's easy to see the priorities of the world through those big brown eyes.  Nap, stuffed animal lovies and some pretty delicious body parts.  (Oh, that tummy!  If I could just reach into my screen and smooch it.  And in Hipstamatic, no less!)  And of course, toes.  There were about fifteen pictures of those relaxed little piggies. 

Hmmmm . . . if you could take only five pictures of your world, what would you shoot? 

 

sightings from our week

a campfire in my yard . . .

one of the prettiest and most peaceful spots I've seen in a while . . .

a buff orpington that must be Little Shy Buff's mama, say my little ones . . .

this creature that I found in my basement . . . my children loved him . . . I almost had heart failure

a serious game of Bingo (please excuse my finger in the corner) . . .

the resident blacksmith . . .

a row of trees that just makes me smile . . .

(Hope your week was full of moments that made you smile.)

sightings from our week

quite possibly the world's smallest active fire hall . . .

longhorns . . .

a sweetsy-weetsy, itty-bitty, baby pudder-tat . . .

this here little girl (and mama) that wants to bring the pudder-tat home . . .

only August would find a John Deere picnic table in a remote picnic area . . .

another nest . . .

my animal whisperer taking an interest in showing pigs . . .

happy birthday wishes for Daddy . . . we love you!