So beautiful. Even the last one, because we have all regretted choices we have made :(
It is sad. I don't very often post crying pictures to the blog. Well, I don't take many crying photos, I guess. Weird thing is, she did the same thing today - didn't want to come outside with us, even for a few minutes to walk trash to the barn and pick up the yard a bit - and then was sad again. Not sure what's going on there. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
She has a lot of her auntie in her, see.
Love the birdhouse photo. When you went in did you tell Zoralee that your butt was freezing and start crying because of how cold you were? Sometimes I just try to out-cry Silas for humour sake.
No, but that sounds like a great strategy, Caryn! I'm all for comedic relief, if not for her, then for myself.
Hey, Lori. I love the birdhouse shot! (I'm totally in to that color of green right now. Isn't it yummily sour?!) I typically don't take pictures of the kids crying, either. Steve, on the other hand, gets a kick out of such things. Ah, the differences...! These frost pictures are all beautiful - and I'm sure much more beautiful in person. They remind me of the hoar frost we had in Montana when I was a kid. It's just magical.
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