"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Wednesday I found that in the week of my absence, weeds have attempted to take over my garden and flowerbeds. I yanked them out, but I still think they grow overnight. In the evening I had a pillow fight with the kids and I have to say it let off some stress to whack the little angels *softly* with a pillow to their squeals of delight. Then we played outside and Seth picked us some cherries off of our very own tree.

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