John ordered some trees recently. He was home Sunday afternoon, so that's when we put them in. After living in the woods for so many years, being out here on this nice lot seems so bare. There are trees here, but it is definitely
not the woods. Here are some shots from Sunday. There was a nice, soft rain falling--not much, but enough to make you really damp. I tried to make this a family affair...that means I dragged the boys outside with us. Bryan was agreeable, JT spent the time showing us his karate staff skills and Luci looked so cute in her pink boots and pink dress, trying to help Daddy. My job was to take some pictures to show the grandparents and then scoot inside before everyone else and do the dishes from lunch.
Hey, Woman! Why aren't you helping?
Daddy, my shub-el (shovel)
works as well as yours!
Three trees? Are you sure there are three trees here? Looks like a bunch of sticks!
JT helping by demonstrating how to clobber bad guys with his staff.
This little twig will someday be a red maple.
Helping again.
We don't have pretty grass--you couldn't practice putting here, but wow it really is green. And we like it just fine! What we have now is much better than we had in the woods at the old house. (We mostly had moss and mud there.) County Road 8 is in the background. Down that hill, beyond the closest trees, is the neighbor's meadow.
Hey! Wait for me! Momma was taking my picture! John and boys planting some poplars. We have missed the cooling effect that trees give the house, and we are hoping that the poplars grow well and produce some needed sun-screening for us. That's the west side of the house.
It was fun getting dirty!
Luci the Giant. I was trying to take a photo of one of the blooming weeds (oops--I mean "wildflowers") in our yard. 
Red Maple seeds, on a tree in our backyard. This website, run by Vanderbilt University, calls the seeds "fruits"--two seeded-samaras. I didn't know the seeds were fruits. I learned something today. You can drive down the country lanes here and see trees with red somethings (turns out they are samaras). Just growing wild. Since I grew up out West, with little precipitation and few deciduous trees, the trees and the changes every season here are amazing for me to watch.
Bryan on the slide--he had a lot of fun bending around the corner on this one.
