I said. . ."it seems we've reached the perfect age"
He said. . ."how's that?"
I said. .."for years and years. . .we had no special little visitors on pumpkin day. . .and now we do again".
But oh goodness. . .who hasn't had something stinky hiding under an old shed?
Our lil' farm hand was incognito. . .as a little stinker.
Little Kanneloni Macaroni
pretended was a cuddly little bear.
My little grand nephew came again this year. . .his webbed fingers could still make it into the jar.
Our little friend
Ethan Bob the builder showed up with his hardhat. . .just in time for coffee break.
It was a good weekend. . .