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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.
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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.
Awwww. Wish I could have been there! What a lovely jaunt that must have been! :-) The Burtons are cool, WAY COOL! Take Care, Kaz!
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.
It sounds absolutely wonderful. We'll have to do that sometime soon ourselves.
What a beautiful day.
Mmmmmm, pumpkin....
I love the photo of Geo with the sun streaming down. Very cool.
I just love the things you do. Don't be surprised if I steal all of your beautiful ideas.
I love Hobble Creek. Haven't been there in a while, but it is beautiful!
That sounds awesome! What a great adventure and moving memory!
A great FHE. Hallelujah! It's spring!
sounds like a perfect day to me
You make the every day so poetic and poetry a part of every day.
Sounds like a perfect Easter.
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