Cold beer. Hot day. Good thing.
I think somebody has her sports mixed up.
I can never keep track of this horse's name. Alia keeps changing it.
"Mmmmm. Spinach! Nanna, may I have some of your spinach? I love spinach." And the mommy says this is not the same kid who eats at her house. Plucking it out of the garden must give it some magical tastiness properties.
Sitting in the strawberries. Zoe was trying to help weed. We made a good dent in the mess.
A blackbird decidedly unhappy to see a hawk hanging around.
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