Beirut, The Flying Club Cup, which I have listened to no less than four-hundred and eighty-five times. And yes I can play some of those songs on my accordion quite well.
We were lucky yesterday, and it clear up just long enough for us to go down to the creek. I can't wait for summer to arrive! It's still too muddy to spend much time down there.
The Taj Mahal of firewood.
Hitching a ride down the road to gather spring water for Carrie's homemade root beer.
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