We are supposed to be spending the weekend camping- enjoying the wilderness. But since its been a non stop torrential rain here for the past week we decided it wasn't worth threat of mudslides, flash floods and chance of spending 72 hours in a soggy wet tent. So we are home- and i'm pouting. The smell of wet grass just doesn't have quite the same appeal as clean mountain air. Tonight the drover mowed the lawn (in the only 90 minute space of time that has been rainless) and i milled around the yard taking pictures dreaming of a campfire and smores.




1 comment:

Kali said...

So cute Whit! I love all your pictures, I wish I had any sort of talent!


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