That’s not how this is supposed to work.

Then again, it’s our 11th familyversary today and most of what we’ve been through wasn’t how it was supposed to work, either. But it has.

Headed down to shuffle and haul back one of the college kids from Tinytown College. With a bed full of varsity debris, the storm clouds started to roll in. And out.

Then in again. Thank goodness for abandoned gas stations and cheap tarps.

I think this was an art gallery.

At first I thought this was a strange patch of gravel, then I saw it had an iron loop to lift this access panel.

We pulled the cover off the pool to find the expected Great Dismal Swamp. Shortly thereafter, the pump gave up the ghost so it shall remain like this for a while.

Morning light makes it through a cut glass window.

One of our cookout guests brought us a stunning bouquet of sunflowers that just glowed in the afternoon light.