It was the day after Labor Day, after all. Ecology, P.E., history (we listened to The Story of the World on CD), reading (when do the boys *not* read?), and the important things in life.
McDowell Creek Falls. I’d been wanting to get there all summer. It sure does look different at the end of summer than in the spring with the waters gushing and swirling. I cannot believe that it has taken us four years to return (and that Leif was Lola’s age last visit!!). It isn’t as if it is far away…
The next picture really shows the difference. Remember this one? (You can click the picture to see a larger image.) Fitting that I would pick that picture for my school theme this year.
My children. They are so abused.
And fierce.
Sunshine. Blue sky. 78 degrees. Hardly another soul in sight. Heavenly.
Color? Or Black and white?
What is it about boys and sticks? This one is Thor’s Hammer (or so I’ve been told by an exuberant child):
Goodbye! We’ll come back soon!
Oh, and hello, new school year!