Summer time at the Burrow. We welcome the sun, and the sunburn that often comes with it (well we don’t welcome that, but you know sometimes it happens) and we are grateful for the cool of the creek to chill our toes.
And the noggins, of the sillier of us. Lazy days spent creekside, throwing rocks, chasing water bugs, splashing our big brudder who is ’studying the erf (Earth)’.
How exactly am I suppose to move and leave this creek behind?
Summer Breeze -Seals and Crofts
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Truthfully, I was wondering how you could eave that creek, too. I had a creek when I was little and it makes me sad that the only creek my kids have here in the Suburban Prairie is the drizzle when our French drain overflows have a heavy rain.
A magical place, indeed! LLLLLLLOOOOOVVVVEEEE our boy cooling his wig. He’s so funny!
Your creek looks so refreshing! I can understand though – I often think of our backyard in Roswell and how it would have been a fun place to raise Baguette, and that I miss the crickets and tree frog croaks, and the sunlight through the trees, and the wind, the lightening and thunder, the squirrels, rabbits, and deer, and especially the birds. Big sigh! Just remember that there will be other magical things about the place you end up.
anything new on the moving front? do you know where you’re going yet? have a buyer for the burrow? we definitely have to get together so we can DISCUSS.