There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

History repeating itself.

Many years ago I took this picture of Matthew standing on the stump of a tree that my husband had cut.  He was tough stuff back then standing there with his monster maul.

This past week I took a picture of Layn standing on the stump of a tree that his grandpa had cut.  Smaller stump than Uncle Matt's, we don't have so many big ones on the farm anymore, and no monster maul, but he's the next generation of wood cutter in this family.  We like to bring them up tough in this family.

No comments: