Okay... all you in the cold, freezing states... please don't hate. I just took these shots on Saturday. We were cleaning up the backyard getting ready to plant a new vegetable garden.
Johnny decided to climb onto the roof of the old Clubhouse turned shed and pick some lemons for lemonade. This tree has been struck by lightening, and broken 3 times, and it still produces lemons by the barrelfull. This one above... when Johnny picked it he screamed...
Mamala! This one looks like a butt!" Yep, with all the dimples and the spread... it looks a lot like
MY BUTT! Yikes... Art does imitate life!
William's ankle was feeling much better, and he wanted to rake a little. I don't know why he was choosing... They are all ready to be picked. I was having a COW that he was on that roof. I was so afraid he would fall. But he was a monkey and did fine. Anyone need lemons? Want to see more? Hop on over to Angie's Seven Clown Circus by clicking the button above this post!