Inspired by this year's Mother's Day assignment, I decided to interview my mom. Here's how it turned out. *NOTE: My mother would like to let it be known that she did not, in fact, let her children run wild. She just fostered an atmosphere of adventure. And for that we are eternally grateful to her.
A mama goose walks along and all the little chickies follow.
Bills, boxes, catalogs, junk mail. We put it all in the compost heap, and thanks to a little help from the worms and the sun, it turns into soil for the garden. Here's my first attempt at stop-motion video. (Thanks to P., who unknowingly shares his beautiful song.)
I'm learning to play piano, and so far it's slow going. Mostly because I have a rough time making my right hand do one thing while my left hand does something different altogether, based on cues from my brain, which doesn't read music all that well. Especially the bass clef. Ack. So here's my face while I try to work it out.
It's an art, one Brennan learned from his southern grandma.
Cousin Ryan cuts a path through the field on his big four-wheeler. Abby and Lila hang on tight.
The reluctant video chef makes some very fancy hot dogs while neighbor Joe drinks him dry.