The garden has been very, very busy.
Abby has a great sushi disappearing act.
Kids: We’re out of cereal. And milk. And waffles.
Me, jokingly: How about ice cream on toast?
Matthew knows exactly what to do when in the middle of a conversation in the car I blurt out, “Turtle!”.
Thankfully, he is a really good sport about these sorts of things.
Matthew had a visitor out in the shop this afternoon.
Both Madeline and Abby were thrilled to get to hold the Northern Black Racer. We let it go out in the woodpile, where hopefully it can feast on small rodents and other tasty treats.
Exercises in pattern recognition.