From pulling the boys around in the wagon? Not me. I'll just take pictures.I promise that I'll get around to actually writing something soon. Something revealing and deep and meaningful. But right now I really have nothing to write about. Nothing that comes to mind.
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Lady puts me to shame. She's probably more active than I am.
O, lordy! Aunt Betty looks so happy there! All they really need is a can of worms, some fishing poles & bare feet!
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan;
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace!
From my heart I give thee joy;
I was once a barefoot boy.
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