Get me outta here!!
Jason digs the old man a path.
Hey this stuff is kinda fun!
Oh no, not again!
The snow is approximately Jake height.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Jamie Comes to Visit
On our way to the pumpkin patch!
We had to do a lot of running. Unfortunately the pumpkin patch was full of predators and we were herbivores. Scary stuff.
Jamie said he wanted a pumpkin as big as the car, but when it came time to choose he went for the small ones. Easier to carry!
Monday, October 12, 2015
One of Grandma Frey's favorite poems
A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
-- Bliss Carman
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