Happy 13 Birtday Olivia!!

Dear Olivia,

Another Year

I’m wishing you another year

Of laughter, joy and fun,

Surprises, love and happiness,

And when your birthday’s done,
I hope you feel deep in your heart,

As your birthdays come and go,

How very much you mean to me,

More than you can know.

Love,
Sophia

Camping!

We went camping at the most beautiful campsite ever, Goose Hollow. If anyone lives near New Hampshire and likes camping should check it out. It's so clean , not because of chemicals, because of bats and frogs. but don't worry we didn't see one bat. Emmie would like to write a message about the trip to: xcjbgvgsgdgbssbbggggb bbhnnb c nd n c b cbbhuioa[]
l;' d . BTW she wrote that all by her self. The spaces and everything.

Blueberry Picking

The Slip and Slide

Happy 4th of July!

George Washington
Bella & Alley
Alley, Michael and Andrew
Em in her lil' pool
eating a cupcake
Dad & Em eating some corn
Eating some more corn
Just looking cute
having fun with sparklers and watching fireworks from our neighbors yard

SUMMER!!!

Summer is finally here!! The pool is up,and so is the air conditioning. Here are a few pics and a poem.

A Summer Day by Lucy Maud Montgomery

I

The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.


II

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.


III

Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.

Wordless Wednesday

Some Old Photos