A lot of branches came off the pine trees, probably in those last heavy snowstorms a few weeks ago.
Okay, this is a sight I didn’t want to see: Him, way up in a tree. He’s trying to figure out how to get a branch down that’s hung up on other branches. Nobody wants that to come falling down later on a car or a person.
It took a little fiddling around, but they did get it.
Kari made some workbooks for them.
Here they are making Kirsten’s fabulous salsa. It’s so good a person could eat nothing else, ever. That whole blue bowl was pretty much gone by the end of the day. I laughed about Marge Simpson on the cupboard there.
Why is she there?
Nobody knows.
It’s a dark, rainy Tuesday, and I wish we were all at the lake eating salsa. love, Mom