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Sunday Afternoon under the Tree

You know, in the rush to get from here to there, one oftentimes misses the beauty all around them. Sometimes you need to read blogs to have your eyes opened! Who would have ever guessed that this remarkable tree was literally in my backyard? OK, so maybe not in my yard, but less than 10 minutes from my yard. After Mass, I looked hopefully at Tony and asked if we could stop and see the tree, knowing that the Lions were playing today. He gave his consent and off we went. It was truly a lovely afternoon. 




 If I knew how to make this a banner at the top of my blog, I would!





 Such a sweet moment.

 Father and Son


 Momma and her girls (some of them, anyway!)

 This is my favorite picture of the day.

 "Mama! I found a double acorn!"


 What's a photo shoot without some moose-ears?



 Listening to the game.





 In an attempt to get a better shot, I actually climbed the tree. That is my foot on the branch, about 4 feet off the ground.

 Glad to be back on the ground!

It was such a good day.

Comments

  1. Jenny, this was a lovely entry and the pictures are absolutely perfect. I don't know if I can pick a favorite one. I may have to take (i.e. drag) Henry and the kids there one day soon. Thanks for sharing your beautiful family afternoon with us.

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  2. I loved all the photos!! I have some tree photos this week too coming...although, not as many, the kiddos weren't as cooperative, with my friends kiddos there too. Love your sweet baby--she is just soooo adorable. All your kiddos are beautiful!

    Love the photos of you, we rarely get to see you!!
    You are beautiful too!!

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  3. What fantastic, happy photos!! So beautiful. Thank you for sharing them!

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