Our Year of Photos: week 40

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Our Year of Photos: week 39

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Our Year of Photos: week 38

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Fall colored flowers from a garden and a bouquet sum up last week beautifully.  The calendar says it's officially autumn, and I agree.  The itch to cook, bake, and sew has kicked in and has been hard to deny.  Even so, I can't believe that this will be the last week of September already!  Some trees have turned, but not many.  I think that's about to change.  We are hoping to get to an orchard in the next week or two.  I've been wondering if I dare attempt to make a quilt.  My bag of tulip bulbs to plant is getting heavier and heavier.  Everyday the babe seems more and more like a big kid.  We have officially gotten him off the paci and we are working on the bottle.  He hasn't used one for a few days.  I shed some tears over all this, and how it means he's not a little baby anymore.  That went so fast.

Fall and the baby stage.  They are both too short in my opinion.

Our Year of Photos: week 37

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Our Year of Photos: week 36

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Our Year of Photos: week 35

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In August

Thinking of a special little girl this week.

Saw the sunshine through the cosmos petals for another year.

Made preserved lemons from The Sprouted Kitchen and can't wait to use them.

Managed to forget to water 3 little bushes during this heat wave.  They sit in their pots all crispy now and I'm kicking myself for once again buying something before I know when I'll be able to plant it.  Durrr.  "Stop. Doing. That. Shanon."  Of course, they aren't dead, but they sure aren't happy.  It's so not good gardening karma.

Afternoon at the Museum

Went to the Rembrandt exhibit at the Minneapolis Institute of Art recently.  

Was too chicken to take any photos in there, but I'm figuring I probably couldn't anyhow.  Getting tackled by security would have been oh so fun, but why interrupt the good time of everyone else?

Did a super cheesy thing and bought the hubs a wooden shoe bottle cap opener.  He is Dutch after all.

There is just that kind of soul that could get lost in a museum all afternoon.  

My soul is one of those...