Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
Painted piggies.
Chilly mornings: this little guy got to light the first fire.
Picked without permission, but so pretty I couldn’t bring myself to care.
My newest (and cutest) student: so far, she’s learned her name
and the commands for sit, stay, and down.
Next, to teach her not to jump up (my biggest doggie-related pet peeve).
The perfect bar for whenever I need something sweet, and fast.
Lately, I’ve been making these with alarming frequency.
Supper, foraged.
Proof that we are completely uncivilized.
(Yes, that’s the dogs’ water bucket.)
How he’s supposed to do it.
(The little sinker.)
(The little sinker.)
Playing hard: at our annual church retreat.
Retreating, of a Sunday morning: crisp and bright, fresh donuts, friends.
When it’s over: heading home to recuperate.
(Backstory: how the bumper got its hole.)
The look I get when my husband realizes that he’s doing all the work
while I’m standing around snapping pictures.
Of her own volition: I now have a clean fridge!
Summer evenings: after supper, I dole out ice cream cones
and we head out to the porch to lollygag … and wrestle.
Always, to wrestle.
Golden, my evening writing time: sequestered in my room.
This same time, years previous: goodbye summer, hello fall, a new day dawning, Greek pasta salad
4 Comments
Camille
Great photos Jennifer Jo! And…*LOVE* that last one!! You are growing in your photo-taking skills…beautiful! 🙂
Blessings to you!
Camille
Cookie baker Lynn
Your photography is so beautiful! You have a wonderful eye for capturing moments.
Zoë
I would like a large print of that last picture.
the domestic fringe
Beautiful.
Your daughter can come sit it my fridge. Anytime. It needs a good cleaning. 😉
Linked to your recipe for cinnamon sugar breadsticks. So yummo! Thank you.
~FringeGirl