Quite the work weekend recently--my uncles and their friends making repairs on the old stomping grounds. Everyone was stacking firewood, or building cellar stairs, or off to buy plywood. Anna wasn't terribly impressed.
"Let's go to the graveyard," she said. "And we'll visit the woody woodchuck hole."
So we did.
And then came back to collect acorns.
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