Now that the twins are closing in on their third birthday, they are demanding to go outside every day. I am happy to oblige, as the destruction they wreak on the back yard is much less aggravating than their indoor messes. I've accomplished little in the way of housework this spring, but I'm enjoying my daily dose of fresh air . . . and watching the girls play is good for my soul. Late mornings, you can usually find us strolling down a dirt road.
God bless the person who invented rubber boots.
Sticks . . .
. . . and stones . . .
. . . go nicely into people's newspaper boxes.
I've managed to thoroughly agitate these dogs . . .
My work here is done.
Let's head back home for lunch and a nap.
Dinner last night: chicken pot pie, tossed green salad