^ we found a place near the pond that was shady and grassy.
^ clara and her awesome panda shirt!
^ beautiful melissa
^ clara in the tree
^ crossing the stream on the way home
^ piggy back rides!
On Saturday, Clara and Amy and I helped at a carwash for Margaret to raise money for her intern account.
^ This is what it looked like most of the time. Holding signs, waiting for customers.
^ This was our entertainment. That, and Margaret and Arielle dancing while holding signs.
^ All of us, minus Amy.
^ We stopped at Starbucks on the way home.
[this one is for claire.]
and now, dear readers, i shall now feature a series of posts about how to live in one’s backyard.
to start, one must have a place to sleep, such as a treehouse, or perhaps a tent. i have already featured such a post here.
next, one must have a restroom facility (fully equipped with toilet paper), like an outhouse in the corner, like my sisters and i had in our fourth-acre backyard of sand in new mexico.
one must also have a way to prepare food, such as a firepit, bonfire, or grill. the main diet of a backyard camper may consist of hotdogs, chili, hot cider, and smores.
more examples of backyard living to follow.
i went over to play with em & jen in their massive pile of leaves. but not just jumping in it. fallling off backward into it from the swing, running around the tree and flying into the pile, diving into it. oh for a massive pile of leaves with a swing nearby. perhaps i shall migrate our leaf pile.
little girl, next door neighbor. played in the leaves too.
we had a picnic too. cider, spice tea, cookies. sitting in the leaves.
^ i’m loving how the balloons look, aren’t you? this picture was rather hard to take… just because it was into the sun and i was afraid i was like burning out my sensor or something.
^ clara’s cake. this is what results of cake decorating skills after 9 at night. yes, 33 candles although she’s only 14.
we roasted hot dogs and had chili for dinner, and smores and cake and ice cream for dessert.
^ i’m not sure what she was reacting to… but it’s funny.
we all smell like smoke now.
i slept outside in the treehouse. because i wanted to. for the experience. with a mosquito net, so i didn’t get eaten alive at night.
^ i slept outside although there was predicted thunderstorms. that didn’t happen.
^ all my stuff. and my foot. fabulous book: hope was here by joan bauer, peach for breakfast, walkie talkie although it meant connection to the world outside because mom insisted, glasses case, extra battery for dad’s macho flashlight, dad’s macho flashlight, duct tape flipflops, mosquito net.
< is this too weird of an angle? i rotated a pano.
^ all my stuff.
^ clara brought me a muffin for breakfast. after mom told her too. first, she came out with a muffin and was talking to me through the window. but she wouldn’t give me the muffin, she just came out to tempt me, and, in her words, to make me come inside.
^ what it looked like from the outside
^ 2nd breakfast