Things we do. . .

Alena received a Fairy Flower Press Fashion kit several months ago from Auntie My, but she hasn't been able to use it since we've been stuck in Winter for ages.  Now, it's Spring, there are flowers, and her creativity is off like a shot.  Check it out:
 

She didn't end up pressing and drying the petals, she just used them fresh.  This means that the dresses are very temporary, but she's okay as long as there are pictures.  In fact, she strips the dried petals off the cardboard dress form and designs new ones whenever she wants.

Today, we had some very expensive dirt blown into our backyard for instant garden beds.  Yes, I am that lazy.  A friend of Shonee's gave us a bunch of berry bush starts, and we need to get them into good soil pronto.  We don't have a tiller.  We don't want to spend hours trying to dig through sod.  Excuses, excuses.

 

I made myself some new hiking pants with actual tech material.  The first pair I made a year or two ago were in some kind of raincoat material.  Very water resistant, but not very breathable.  This stuff is the same you get in a pair of hiking pants from REI or North Face or wherever.  It's water resistant, breathable, quick-dry, khaki. Very cool stuff!  I learned from my first pair to move the cargo pockets up so they don't dangle at my knees while loaded with hiking goodies.

Savannah had a money making scheme recently where she danced and sang for us.  You can't quite see the collection jar at the bottom of her pedestal.  Emma was the costumer and makeup artist.

Montana survived and thrived in his last year of "childhood".  He is now officially a teenager!  He finally got scriptures with his own name imprinted on them.  I honestly didn't know he wanted them until he told me.  I feel like he will really care for them, because he actually asked for them and was excited to get them.

Does it ever feel like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders?  Poor kids.

We went hiking to Shellburg Falls on a sunny Saturday recently.  They have this fabulous old pump that the kids always like to have a turn on.  The water is very rusty smelling (and tasting, I assume), but who's pumping it to drink?  Not us!

Shonee was hunched over the trail with the camera about 6 inches from this guy, trying to get a shot of him with his tongue out.  I guess he got it, huh.  I was standing safely 5 feet away.  I do not like snakes.

That's our fun.  Now to plant the garden before nature does it for us.  I don't intend to grow a crop of weeds and preserve the extra for winter.