Later it was still dark, and it is starting to look like fall a little bit already.
Dad kept busy for hours working on the shed.
I walked back with her, and after a little bit tossed the leash over her back which is her cue to walk herself: be free. She glanced warily around the field and then came over to stand closer to me.
We're not going to lose you, Elin. Sheesh, don't expect you to go live with the possums or anything.
One marigold--planted these last spring. This is the total crop, and what a beauty she is.
The zinnia crop, all four of those guys.
And that brings us to the end of a very quiet Friday, missing my kids.
Love, Mom
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