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.

Gramma's and Papa's

First, I extend many mea culpas for my lack of posts. Busy days spent at 1129 mean a somewhat schizophrenic existence, and one not at all conducive to blog updating. That said, here are some pics of our time in the Great North. 

 

 

And some throwbacks to make you smile.

 

The more things change...

 

 

The more they stay the same.
Especially when Bob's involved. 

XOXO