The blue raincoats were donned, and the boys were set loose upon various public places and the mild unsuspecting citizens of Bainbridge Island.
A nice change of scenery for us.
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| The HUGE play structure at Battle Point Park. |
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| The downhill-on-wet-grass-quickstep. |
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| A fleeting moment immediately before the deliberate disobeying of the request to avoid all puddles. |
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| At one of the coziest bookstores that I have ever visited. |
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| In the greenhouse at Bay Hay. (Ben, I miss you so!) |
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| The crunch of gravel and the scent of plant life. |
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| A new set of rubber boots for your friend. |
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| If I were to win the lottery, I would have a greenhouse constructed, a hammock placed inside, and Lisa feeding me peeled grapes. (though it is safe to assume that she may not consent to that last part) |
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| Notice the stuffed dog ("Starbuck") which must accompany your young friend. |
No chicks at Bay Hay?
ReplyDeleteNo chicks! We looked in the viewing pen and there was nothing to be found under the heat lamps.
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