For One of My Favorite Friends.

Accidentally Beautiful.

 This wasn't supposed to be.

But, when I got home- away from the glare of the sun

and onto my computer- I saw what I 

accidentally captured. 

And I love.  

Have you ever accidentally captured something

that is perfectly imperfect? 

Greenfield Village

I had planned a long and rambling post to go with all of these pictures

but, the computer took too long to load them 

and I even deleted the pictures from the post once (whoops)

then today was weird

and I didn't have internet all day, anyway

(trains are gorgeous)

(this cabin reminded me of my mom, not sure why)

so, needless to say- here I am (once again!)

with a less than interesting one-sided convo

ha! but, either way, you should make it to Greenfield Village

and catch a skit or two

relax and do some people watching

and put the glass-making shop at the top of your list

and admire the beauty of a farm

and think that maybe it would be nice

to have a chicken or two to peck the ground

and think, wistfully, of the CCC

and how nice it is to live in the nowadays

and long to sit on a rocker 

and realize your kids are not country kids

when they don't know the difference 

between a goat and a sheep

but be sure to take your camera

because then you really see it

and all the beauty in the details

I scream, you scream

We all scream

 For ice cream

 And then we reminisce about the time 

that Grandpa Ozzie bought the teeny, tiny, bite sized cones.

 They were about as tall as my thumb.  He made *a lot* of cones that day.

 The kids are convinced that every single time they see Grandpa, 

 They will get ice cream.

 His ears must have been ringing yesterday. 

story hour

In my hats.

Up In The Air.

I'm not being quiet.

I'm being mysterious.

Although, if you need to explain that you are being mysterious,

are you actually being mysterious?