We made a flying run to Indiana last night to pick up our horse trailer that was there getting painted.  Twelve hours of driving is the most exciting thing that happened to us this weekend.  Here’s a new one of Brooklyn (Julie’s little girl) taken right before dark…


Let me leave you with this…  Now that I have a brown thumb instead of a black thumb, I know that flowers that are labeled "annuals" don’t come back the next year… what ding-dong came up with that?  Doesn’t annual mean "happens every year"?  No wonder some of us find this gardening thing so difficult!

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