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Those of you with small children: have you read Duck in the Truck? Or Sheep in a Jeep? Both are very fun, very simply worded tales involving animals, vehicles, and muddy muck. (And I can recite both from memory.) No animals involved in this post (although Josh and I were considering some Nigerian Dwarf goats the other day. And a couple western tanagers visited our bird feeder!). And as yet no stuck vehicles. But we are inundated by muck.

It’s been raining here for 3 weeks straight. This is what our creek culvert looks like:

It’s running nearly full. In fact, under normal circumstances the creek takes a little wander right here. Now it’s just a mini-lake. (Kinda like when it froze over.) It’s backed up into the neighbors pasture on the other side as well. Poor donkeys. But it sits lower than our drive and will keep our access open, so the donkeys can move to higher ground.

I had thought I’d try to plant my garden on Saturday when the sun peaked out. I’m rather glad I didn’t.

That reflection in the middle? All water. If you blow it up big, you might be able to see my poor strawberries drowning in the middle of the puddle. You can also see the creek short cutting between the garden and the road as well, creating a nice little island. (And ugh. Our poor tree. It appears to be croaking on us. *sob* Doesn’t look like pine beetle at least. Probably just stress from the construction.)

Enough about our poor water logged plight (and really, in the grand scheme of things, we have it easy. Our hearts go out to those just a few hours away who may lose everything). What did everyone do for Memorial Day? Tell me the sun was shining and you had a lovely barbecue with friends and family. We worked – it’s the bane of making a tourism living. No summer holidays off. I did put up some artwork for the day. (Um, maybe I should say “for the evening”? I hung it up when I came home from work. Shall I hang my head in shame? I kept meaning to do it, I just had a bazillion excuses other things to do. I AM ready for Father’s Day!) Anyway…wanna see?

Norman Rockwell’s Rosie the riveter. I love her. And wish she found more air time. I did a horrible job sizing this one and hence her feet are cut off. Must fix for next year.

Poppies. Found via Google Images. (Hello reflection.) I’m sad I didn’t get a poppy this year.

An old Memorial Day post card with Lady Liberty. It’s long and skinny but I love it.

In other news…the Boy is beyond excited about going to his first movie next month. I found a treat while grocery shopping on Saturday and decided to spoil him (and his sister).

Too funny! It’s a sucker with Mater’s teeth for the “stick”.

The Girl is currently obsessed with all things “MY”. Including her swing. She’d be out there in the rain all day if we let her. She’s definitely found her voice and is adding words (and  signs) all the time.

Here’s hoping the sun is shining, you’ve managed to turn your heat off for the season (current temp = 41), and your gardens are growing gangbusters. Please send some our way.

A sneak peak…

Hello sunshine.

Photo repeat +2.

Boys will be boys.

Oops. (And “Well nigh 40 years!”)

Guess what? It’s May. It’s mid-May at that. We’ve been busy little beavers over here, traveling hither and yon, enjoying some time at events around the Hills, and of course, one major event for one member of this family.

That’s right folks. It’s time for the annual display of “Gramma Dancers”. Please note, half of us are not old enough to be Grandma’s. But to those little 5 year olds, a bunch of grown women in costumes = Gramma Dancers. Whatevs.

So without further ado (because otherwise this may not get posted for ANOTHER week), I present the Prima School of Dance Adult Tap classes in the 2011 “Legends” Recital Dress Rehearsal.

I’ll let you guess which one is me…

(And yes, dress rehearsal, hence the lighting issues in the second one. We actually had to completely change the dance in under 24 hours for the recital. And yet we totally rocked it. Go Gramma Dancers!)