Friday, June 15, 2012

pictues past

There they lay, spread across the table, pictures of a life, or rather, of lives. The boys and mine.  It is June and already I''m working on Christmas gifts. Scrapbooks of pictures, each individual, one for each son. Wanting to get them completed by the time Dylan is back for his month this summer.

The day is getting on..a young boy and his father just jogged by, a middle age man is wandering around looking for something (probably the little dog that just jogged between my RV and the neighbor's), and it suddenly smells as if a skunk has found its way into camp....phew!

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