Our first night out without Willow! Our friend's daughters came over to hang out and play with Willow, as we all headed out to a friend's 50th birthday party at Town Hall. After about 30 minutes the band came out to start their first set--within seconds the fire department alarm sounded, signalling a tornado in the area. We ran home whereupon we started a new party in our basement. About 45 minutes later the danger passed and we made our way to the surface :)
Strawberry season happened fast--with a few days of bright sunshine and warmth inbetween incessant storms. Willow takes a break by the kettle pond with Dad before heading out to help Mommy pick. This is a really nice local farm: no pesitides are used and it is run by kids from an inner-city Church.
How do you tell if every strawberry you pick tastes good? Willow has solved this dilemma (
you taste each one, silly!):
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