The kids had an egg hunt in our front yard. Here's some pics:
My friend's son and daughter
Friend's daughter taking off for those eggs
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
2 comments:
That's a good one too!!
None of them are what you would think they would have on there. He's washed up now but he use to be a hottie!!
You have a pretty piece of land. We live on the side of a mountain, so a flat area is to a minimum. I love the green grass, but I'm sure it's a pain to cut!
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