Raising Tree Huggers

I am compelled to post these tame photos of our people, traveling from tree to tree (surely there were some Ents among them)same as in the climbing story of their lives.  Compelled, because I just don’t dare tell you about, say, he who upturned his antique tractor over on himself trying to scale too steep a hill; she who skinned the rabbit (really--don’t ask.) and she who puts chia seed in drinking water and “You have to have the blueberries with it” sort of experiments in which she exploits innocent ingredients.  Don’t ask, either, what went into our morning shakes this week as the eldest voraciously continues her herbal studies.  All I’ll say is that we came to tears laughing more than once this week, and that we must have the funniest kids ever, discovered as they tell each other, one from the railroad tracks and another from the crook in the tree and the third from the cabbage patch, because really, we just aren’t that funny hereditarily.  But we sure will be healthy when she’s done with us, if we survive these episodes.

So here we are on a recent brief adventure, all the trees are friends to be met, discoveries to be made. 

Should I even mention the homemade blackberry-chocolate mint ice cream she made?  Probably not, because we're done with that batch and the one I just found downstairs, the coffee ice cream, while not as imaginative, is quite outstanding.