Just as we headed out to walk, my little gal walked right into a branch which explains the big scratch on her cheek. The tire swing we have was made by my dad for my sister's kids; when they out grew it, she gave it to me. Hangs from an old rusty log chain(covered with plastic)--which epitomizes my dad. I love it. We had one growing up also--hard to beat swinging from a tree!
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Your blog is GORGEOUS! Is that a housecat?
ReplyDeleteNo, "farm" cat. She's so scrawny because she just had 5 kittens. Unfortunately none have survived.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful blog, Jill! I really enjoy all the photos you've posted. Thanks also for linking to our monastery's blog!
ReplyDelete-Br. Damian