Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The end of the day.... my kitchen. my town.
{the wagon was a boat, and it's hard to see the fishing pole in the picture...
...but he fished through town} the church on the corner. the sun goes down.

....when the chickens get {terrorized chased by Frankie} put away for the night.

....when books are read. prayers are said. kisses are given. and weeoh trucks are hugged.

*weeoh truck ~ a firetruck that goes "weeoh, weeoh, as it sounds it's sirens on it's way to a fire.

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