Day One Hundred Seventy Two 2012

"Summer is a promissory note signed in June,
its long days spent and gone before you know it,
and due to be repaid next January."
- Hal Borland

Day One Hundred Seventy One 2012

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
W. H. Davies
Just don’t stare at the sun! Here’s a snapshot of the last day of Spring (taken with cell phone camera~I always get the lens flare when shooting at the sun~and the lens flare always looks like a UFO).  The scorching sun decided that today should be the first day of Summer, I think. Happy end of Spring! Tomorrow is another day, another season, Lord willing.

Day One Hundred Seventy 2012

Grandson Knox enjoyed hanging out on the front porch of Cracker Barrel this morning after breakfast, sitting in a rocking chair made just for his size. More fun than pint-sized human beings should be allowed to have.

Day One Hundred Sixty Nine 2012

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO THREE OF THE BEST DADS AROUND~SON IN LAW JERRY AND DAUGHTER SHELBY AND SON ELIJAH~SON IN LAW KERRY AND SON KNOX~AND MY HUBBY NEIL AND DAUGHTERS KELLY AND HOLLY~YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! I LOVE YOU ALL!

Day One Hundred Sixty Eight 2012

This is hubby Neil after spending several hours underneath our house, trying to clean up the mess (and I mean that literally) that the family of four raccoons made. He still has a lot of work to do yet, because the basement was pretty nasty to begin with. The smell the raccoons left behind isn’t as bad as it was. They have left the basement, it seems, but they have since moved into Neil’s shed/airplane hanger/man cave. And he thought they were soooo cute when they started hanging out in our yard. He has since changed his tune about that. Having to slither around on your belly in a crawl space about a foot tall will do that to you.