Coming of age~

(you can always click on a photo to enlarge it)

Driving home from a visit to the river, 

I spied this little calf nursing and stopped

to take a picture. It stopped to turn around

for me. 

The river was deep...the boys

(friends of my son)

measured with a stick and

figured it was 6 feet before 

they JUMPED into the cold

water...

You see I had my camera ready so

I wasn't altogether trying to stop them!

My boy was not feeling the whole jumping-

in-the-icy-river thing. 

It was a bonding thing, kind of a coming 

into adulthood thing. 

We talked about how,

if they were Native American Indians 

that this could possibly mean 

you were now an adult

(unfounded information).

I've got to go back because

I was not successful getting

a bunch of Bluebells dug up...

I needed a shovel.

Second boy, in the water, 

ready for anything life can throw at him now.

Me? 

I turned 50 on Friday. 

Imagining myself on a Smucker's jar

with Willard Scott telling what 

I said were the secrets to longevity. 

Which makes me think of peanut butter

and jelly. 

Which makes me think of cellulite.

Are we done now? 

I've got to go take my Geritol.

Do they still sell Geritol? 

Do you take it?