judged by Russia and the Philippines. That’s what they called it, anyway. James’s friends here for his birthday party this afternoon. 12 year olds are clever.
Waiting for a turn in the batting cage.
On his 12th birthday.
Seedless, navel oranges…as if they don’t smell good enough on their own, the blossoms that will become next year’s fruit smell out of this world. I never imagined – nor have I heard – that the state of Florida is overwhelmed by this scent in the spring. We won’t be around next year to enjoy what the flowers turn into, but we’re lucky to have fruit from this tree and several others that didn’t bear any the first year we lived here. As JJ would say, “it’s better to be lucky than good.”
If he hadn’t been there this morning, I wouldn’t have had a single picture today.
It was great to have 3 kids again this weekend.