Today Frances and I talked about being seventeen and how it was my worst teenage year. I remember feeling like all my roads were slow downs. Part of the reason for that, of course, was the fact that up ahead at the big 18 the man who wanted to court me could…legally. Little did I know how marrying him would take me speeding along to a day like today. Like today when one of our daughters would be 17 and working to pay for a ticket to fly internationally, and waiting for life to develop about her favorite missions dream, and all the other dreams of girls. Like today when the children would push me in the work and take charge of getting a picnic around for the evening meal in the woods on Elv’s job.
Have you ever wondered what it was that grabbed the tree and rolled it through the delimbing and cutting process? Here I am taking a picture from the back of the dinosaur of our picnic supper.
Tailgate supper in the woods.
Those pine logs are 16 footers. We speculated as to what they will be used as…have to ask Elv.
This is where you’ll find Elv 5 days a week all day long.
Drawing and please don’t notice.
Now this is strictly a pose and not a very good one. Everybody is entirely too aware of how pretty she is.
Wood violets and you CANNOT capture the color on camera…at least I can’t.
Dog tooth violets
Scouting for a bouquet of blossoms for Mom.
Lance often says, “Mom, what are you thinking about…are you thinking about me?” He doesn’t have a clue how much I think about him and pray for him and for his future.