First fish of the season:

(And he has caught three since and the night is young.)

We pulled Reade’s buck head from the pond where the turtles have been cleaning it since Thanksgiving. Now it is the Sun’s turn to bleach it from its place high in a tree.


And no. I will never tire of sitting by the awesome campfires I build. Never will I tire of it. Yarn only makes the moment more enjoyable.


Ahhhh. Saturday Night.