we didn’t die last Friday
It was a great Friday, but Thursday was the best.
A turtle hatchling victimized by a vehicle tire. My daughter, Leah, begged me to peel it off the street saying it was too cute not to keep.
The turtle tucked into the scooter for a ride up the road.
Leah thought it was fun to have a "funeral parade" for an animal looking adorable even with a bit of its guts hanging out. Our Fridays are tough to beat.
A living turtle showed up shortly after our funeral parade for the little dead friend. F R I D A Y!
thunderstorm... seeing a cloud stacked up with a thunderstorm is an exciting treat in March (if you're a weather nerd...stuck at home peeling up dead turtles.)
The girls and I ate dinner on Nana’s good china in honor of burning our Christmas tree on a camp fire.
The Christmas tree is lit and a thunderstorm arrived in time to save us from ourselves and a fiery doom.
A thunder-storm after a winter day of summer-like weather-- about four or five months early for our region--was weird and wonderful.