What Grace found at the river
I miss my Little River
Uncle Pickle at the gun show
Portrait of my Finn
Fallie ferrying an insect across the river to show everyone.
Floating down the river with another cousin
Finn riding Tega
This is four year old Finn at the cabins we go to every summer. The pony rides are right outside the cabin we always stay in so there is no getting out of it in the morning. Sometimes I hate the pony rides… they take a long time, there are so many gnats, the smells, the poo, the line, who goes first. But look at her face! Both girls still talk about the old horse and pony who “went to live on another farm.” Tega trivia from the girls: she drank 7Up out of 2 liter bottles and she was the “big” pony at the farm.
Fallie at the little river with Friday ponytails
Finn and I dug this photo out yesterday as we were searching for pictures for her school project. Fallie never liked things in her hair but she went through a short phase of wearing her hair like this because it made her look like Friday, a long haired dachshund* we know.
* This is not her but looks very similar.
