For about a week or so, I feel as though I have no words. I've tried. I have all sorts of things I want to say and even a few drafts (I never have drafts, I always finish writing posts), but they're just not coming out in any way that I find appealing. So, pictures from the other day when it was raining.
This is where the infamous burn barrel used to be. It was a metal barrel that had shots fired through it to circulate air. It rusted and eventually fell in on itself. Finally we got rid of it. Don't blame me - it wasn't my idea. Lots of people have them out here. I just like this picture for the swirly pattern.
Her umbrella says "Tink" and has Tinkerbell on it. V thinks "Tink" is a funny word.
She also thinks it's funny to say, "It's not TinkerBEM, it's TinkerBELL!"
See, V asked me how to spell "bell" and I asked her what letter makes the last sound in the word and she said "m," as she does sometimes when she knows the answer but says something else because, well, 3-years-old, that's why. So I said, "M? M?! It's not TinkerBEM, it's TinkerBELL!"
And hilarity ensued.
So, yes, she's in love with her Tinkerbem umbrella, if you couldn't guess...
Apropos of pretty much nothing:
There are a lot of cedar trees here. They remind me of my grandparents' house - they had one in the backyard. I used to swing from one of its branches by my hands when I was a kid. As an adult, I went out back to see the tree one day and it had grown too high for me to reach the branch.
Please bear with me while I search for my muse among the low-hanging cedar trees.