
In total dunderhead fashion, I remembered to borrow Sparkly Seacow's digital camera, but I forgot to bring the USB cable, so I can only post pictures taken with my low-res phone, like these ones.

If a blog resides in the blogosphere, can a pond be called the frogosphere?
3 comments:
Oh, you're in the goat coffee place. What do goats have to do with coffee?
I miss you, but I think Molly misses you more. See you all Sunday. <3
You kids be careful going home.
These are beautiful photos. Why am I always floored when children grow into adults? I guess that's the measure that let's us know that we are morphing from adults into elders.
She's lucky to have a dad who will drive half-way across the country to help her pack and move home.
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