When you go for a walk on a country road, you’re bound to find rocks. Lovely ones. Pierce can’t stand it. He wanted to bring the stroller… it took him mere moments to ditch the stroller for everything but a holding place for his rocks. He kept losing his pants, his pockets were so full. It was a leisurely mile and a half, with lots of time to stop and
smell the roses pick up rocks. Dad just ordered a load of gravel for his driveway; if he’d have just waited, Pierce would have hauled it for him, one rock at a time.
I think this is what’s considered a beautiful mess.
The local corn crop seems to be doing well enough.
The most beautiful place in the world. My parents’ house is back behind those trees.
Post-unloading quite a few into the stroller. The stroller got heavier and heavier as we went. Every time he unloaded… he started filling his pockets again.
Okay, so we stopped to smell a few flowers. I love them.
Note to self: grow sunflowers in the yard next year.
Eden collected rocks… so she could attempt to skip them across the gravel road.
One more. I can’t resist.
The view of my childhood… it’s home.
She’s along for the ride – and thrilled about it.