The thing I love most about the midwest is by far the woods. My friends Jessica and Frindee and I used to spend the summers (and part of every other season) exploring the creeks ("creeking") and ravines that made up the woods behind each of our three houses. We would regularly see deer, wild turkeys, and owls in our back yard and I loved this. Now when I go back for visits, I love being in Granny's woods, and in her massive garden that wraps itself around the back, side and up across the front of her house. Here is the walkway out the back of the house, toward the pergola:
From under the pergola looking up the side of the house:
We both look a little confused, I'm not sure why. And I will note that the large stump-like looking hand on Gabe's left shoulder is actually a bloom on a bush behind us, not an appendage of mine:
Up the path between the tiered gardens and the side of the house.
Mom, my little Granny and I. Humidity does curly things to my hair (and we need a new camera that can take a non-blurry photo indoors, clearly not happening with our current camera). It was wonderful to be with them:
I copied some great black and white photos from my Granny's college days, and then ended up copying a bunch from when my Dad was a kid, too. I'll post some sometime, I think they're pretty cool. More from Iowa '08 tomorrow :)
I copied some great black and white photos from my Granny's college days, and then ended up copying a bunch from when my Dad was a kid, too. I'll post some sometime, I think they're pretty cool. More from Iowa '08 tomorrow :)