Whistle while you work.

It wouldn't be a trip North without time spent on an outdoor job.
This visit's task? Raking.

 

 

"You want me to do what, Gramma?"
 

 

 "Like this?"

 "Um, whatever."

 "Leaf-jumping is WAY better."

"As is being hauled around on a tarp by Papa."

Where was Lucy? Snuggled up to mom in the Moby, under Papa's black Columbia fleece.