Cheese Days Gone By
We’ll be skipping Cheese Days to stay home with the little one this year, but since I’m feeling nostalgic, I’m posting photos from previous years…
One year ago: Playing with the Sunset
We’ll be skipping Cheese Days to stay home with the little one this year, but since I’m feeling nostalgic, I’m posting photos from previous years…
One year ago: Playing with the Sunset
ne of the coolest things we got to watch on our camping trip last weekend was a woodpecker feeding her babies
She was a bit suspicious of us, so if we were making any noise she’d go land on a different tree and wait till we shut up and sat still before she went to the tree with her babies.
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This is my contribution to Candid Carrie’s Friday Foto Finish Fiesta
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Russ has a cherry tree on his property, half of the branches hang over the hammock, and the other half extending out over the river.
The part over the hammock never seems to have as many cherries as the part that extends over the river
this pretty little bird sat in the cherry tree and sang for us a spell
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As usual, I spent the vast majority of my time at cheese days in the hammock.
As a result, the vast majority of my photos are of items I could spy from the hammock.
Side Note to Hammock Manufacturers: Is it so difficult to come up with a hammock design that allows one to get in and out of the hammock without making an ass of oneself? And cupholders – why are there no cup holders?
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Every year 40 some odd aging friends of Papa Russo converge at his trailer down by the river to get drunk, float down the river, and then blow up their leftover illegal fireworks.
We call it Cheese Days, and I look forward to it every year.
It’s all about this
and this
and this
and this
and a lotta good times
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Ghosts of Cheese Days past:
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