Carpe Blueberriem.

We recently went to harvest nature's bounty at an apple farm, er, orchard that happened to also grow blueberries in a little mesh cage at the edge of civilization.  Turns out that it was good that there was a cage, because those blueberries were quite lively. 

...there was something sorta metaphysical about the whole experience...

Can you believe how many berries are on these bushes?  Clara can't either.

"Mom won't miss this handful..."

"Look, Mom!  I found a blade of grass!"

Clara and a chicken were impersonating the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.  Unfortunately, I only captured half of the scene.

We also recently bought Clara a pair of shoes, and they came with her very first pair of granny socks.  Woot.  This girl is moving up in the world.

Finally, our memory card decided to take creative matters into its own hands and produce some new interpretations of our photographic experiences.  While this strikes me as somewhat presumptuous, the results are interesting enough that I'm thinking of contacting the William Morris agency and eliciting work for this memory card as the director of photography for a major motion picture.  It's about time it started pulling its weight around here...

In the Jungle.

The lion is definitely not sleeping tonight. Someone had better warn Froggie and Monkey to watch their backs.

Backyard Frolickfest.

The weather couldn't be beat this past weekend, so we enjoyed it by turning on the sprinkler and getting grass cuttings stuck all over ourselves. After all, nothing says summer like the feeling of prickly dried grass on the soles of your feet. 

A leaf hitching a ride for a visit to Grandma Jean.

This may be a bad precedent to set (watch out Trevi fountain...) but that water looked so cool and refreshing...

And it was.

"Where did that belly come from?"

Clara considers the overall financial impact of the mortgage payments on her house in the country.

This little girl loves her technology.  Especially the antique variety.

L'il Corn Nut.

Summertime, and the eatin' is easy . . .

(unless you can't figure out how to hold a cob of corn by yourself).

The Jealous Lovey

Apparently, a little love triangle has been developing in the back bedroom. Although Clara has always been a one-lovey girl with a strong attachment to Froggie, Monkey has recently been jockeying for a place in Clara's heart. With no patience for the jealous lovey, Clara has assertively put Froggie in his place -- she has more than enough love to go around.