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We breathed in magic potions as we climbed the mountains with our good friends. Pumpkin bread. Hymns. Swings. Cold grass under our blanket as we sat and talked about the last week of Jesus' life.

And then we collect our things, gather the children, and descend to our real lives. The potion starts to take effect and we get sleepy. Good night birds and Hobble Creek. And thanks.

13 comments

LisAway | April 20, 2009 at 11:13 PM

Oh my. These are really some of my favorite things: Mountain potions, good friends, PUMPKIN BREAD, hymns and swings. No kidding.

This post gives me deja vu or makes me nostalgic or both. Lovely.

CHERRANNE | April 21, 2009 at 12:30 AM

Awwww. Wish I could have been there! What a lovely jaunt that must have been! :-) The Burtons are cool, WAY COOL! Take Care, Kaz!

JM | April 21, 2009 at 2:07 AM

That sounds so lovely! I really enjoy the pictures, especially of the hymn books. There is nothing quite as powerful as the mixture of nature and music.

Lara | April 21, 2009 at 9:31 AM

It sounds absolutely wonderful. We'll have to do that sometime soon ourselves.

Melanie J | April 21, 2009 at 9:55 AM

What a beautiful day.

Luann | April 21, 2009 at 10:01 AM

Mmmmmm, pumpkin....

I love the photo of Geo with the sun streaming down. Very cool.

Heather of the EO | April 21, 2009 at 1:46 PM

I just love the things you do. Don't be surprised if I steal all of your beautiful ideas.

Linde | April 21, 2009 at 2:36 PM

I love Hobble Creek. Haven't been there in a while, but it is beautiful!

rach | April 21, 2009 at 5:11 PM

That sounds awesome! What a great adventure and moving memory!

Connie | April 21, 2009 at 8:29 PM

A great FHE. Hallelujah! It's spring!

wendy | April 21, 2009 at 9:33 PM

sounds like a perfect day to me

Heidi Ashworth | April 22, 2009 at 8:25 AM

You make the every day so poetic and poetry a part of every day.

Eowyn | April 27, 2009 at 3:25 PM

Sounds like a perfect Easter.