That ugly 70s place we call home. All 8 of us. (yes it is true, 8 is enough!)
Three cousins eating watermelon and swinging on the porch.
My daisies got a dusting of snow on the last day of summer last year.
Time to hibernate. I have lots of sewing projects and don't go out when it looks like this.
The baby boys take a break from fighting over their toys.
Our hand me down tramp arrived on our porch one day when Mr. B was cleaning up his yard and happened to notice that his son Sam had outgrown it and we had a bunch of kids hanging around here. Thanks, Mr. B!
The Rainbow Creek Kids at play.