The kids were invited to a lakeside Cottage for an afternoon of swimming. Their host was a 92 year old Matriarch who is every bit as handsome, smart, and classy as could be dreamed up in an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel despite the fact that this is Minnesota and Lake Washington, not New York and the Hamptons.
Anyway during my country-side meanderings home from scouting out this "cottage", I saw the moon rising over the horizon of endless corn. It was quite spectacular and this camera, photographer and photo do not do this justice.
The agenda this week includes eye doctors, dentists, doctors and all necessary back-t0-school medical sorts of forms and information. Other than that, everyone is home from camps and all athletic and taxiing olympics have come to a screeching halt.
These next three weeks will be the dog days of summer for the Taylor tribe. Let those games begin!
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Hi There Taylors, greetings from the land flakes and nuts. Thanks for paying a visit to my little place.
I have friends in Minnesota, Minneapolis to be precise, and have been there a few times. A spent a year there one day in January. Holy smokes! Fargo ALMOST captured the experience.
Anyway, keep blogging, and I'll drop in from time to time.
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