Wait, what are we raising here? A couple hippie boys?
It seems they spend their time these days grinding out tunes on the acoustic guitar and ukelele. At least the bottoms of their feet aren't black like those of true earth children.
Still, they seem to spend a certain amount of time hanging out with other kids in swank treehouses and tending chickens in fancy coops.
And new shoe day means trail runners and blue bogs for mucking out the back 40.
They also seem to be able to raise some sort of mutant head-sized beets.
Just check out this bountiful last-week of July garden harvest- complete with the season's first zucchini: which we promptly ate for supper.
But just as we felt a chorus of "St. Stephen" coming on we cleaned the dirt from our fingers and ditched the guitars for the new whiffle balls and bat and the old leather gloves and headed to the dump for some "junk-ball". Simon's a good hitter already and Finn, surprisingly, is a great sports photographer: just check out the ball placement in the top of the second photo and the shadow of the photographer...
At the end of the day as shadows fell long we packed it in and trudged back down the path home for some fresh local berries and oregon peaches with Angel Food Cake! Ah, the dog days of summer seem upon us. Too bad it's still only just cresting 60 degrees during the day. But that's what we get for living on the northwestern edge of the country.
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