the last of the pictures

The docks were hauled out.

They're playing some kind of funny video game. They pick flowers and stuff.

That sad face over on the right is because it is the end of the weekend and after lunch, it's time to go home.  She so did not want this weekend to ever end.

I told them they looked like old men on the porch. Where were their pipes?  They laughed.

Something weird on this tree, no idea what the meaning of it is, or if it matters.

And these two:

 Love, MOM