Joe climbed up this boulder, which over looks the river. I couldn't even get onto it. I would need a step stool (Sheesh):
The river is beyond it's banks right now.
Poor little pine tree:
Oxeye Daisy?:
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Our forays into the woods are how we unwind and stay sane.
1 comment:
I like the blog title... it almost sounds poetic. haha. :) And that pine tree definitely looks like it's hanging on for dear life!
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