Monday, September 9, 2013

two hundred and fifty one



On our way in from church yesterday, I happen to notice this one red apple on our tree.  Just one.  
Then my children spent the afternoon playing 'savages.'  Invented, by the way, by the captive.  
Unfortunately, there isn't much difference between my children playing at savages and any other day with my children.  And our puppy has returned to as much of a spry trouble maker as before.
Thanks so much for the well wishes.





1 comment:

Nancy said...

I'm a bit claustrophobic, so no Savage-playing for me. :)