I have a recently found a love of farm houses. My grandparents had one in New Hampshire and my siblings and I would spend a few weeks a summer up there visiting. We would swim in the pond, climb to the top of Mt Blue Job, and my favorite was picking blue berries. However, the property is long gone and all I have left is memories. Taking pictures of farm houses will always take me back to pleasant memories.
What fond memories do you get while taking pictures?
The girls this morning were making cakes. They kept shouting out the ingredients.
4 cups of flour, 2 cups of oil, 5 cups of eggs, and 8 cups of SUGAR. All I could think of was having a sugar coma. I love watching our girls play, and have them figure things out, even if it sounds disgusting, I will enjoy every pretend bite they give me.
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