Last month, we were dropping my Bride off at the airport to visit her family down south, and Caleb took the opportunity to slip into one of his favorite cars at the rental yard...
Shortly after she returned (thank God!), she made our youngest girl a special three-year birthday cake... Not that it took three years to make it, of course:
(It's ineffable how delicious that cake was. Thanks to "Grammie" for the recipe!)
Hunting season began today, so it makes sense that the safest place for a deer to hang out would be in our front yard, since I can't shoot one against the backdrop of our neighbor's house. That's generally considered bad sportsmanship.
(Besides, these gals are too small, anyway.)
The children went over to a neighbor's house and picked almost 200 lbs of apples, which we've been juicing, canning and dehydrating for a week straight. The Dear Bride is rockin' the applesauce:
Montana sunsets in the Fall can't be beat.
...And after the rain, rainbows like these are an almost weekly occurrence:
Blessings to all...
--RC
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