Wendi {at random}

Did I ever say how much I miss the south? The south really is, well, southern. You know, as in Southern Living southern.
Friendly and just plain down-home southern.
Fried ocra and deviled eggs southern.
I bet the Brady Bunch lived in the south. Especially Alice.
Aside from that, it's where I grew up. We went home for Easter and stayed with Mom and Dad for a short weekend.


Emma stayed under this table during her waking hours. She hid from Devil Dog Hokie and Gentle Giant Brandee. Brandee's not so bad. She's a Golden Retriever with a sweet hulking disposition. Hokie is a Yankee. He's a dachshund and not very southern. Except when he's sleeping.

Camden and Benjy played with Nana when they weren't chasing invisible clones in the woods.


These were the same woods Michelle and I played in when we grew up here. Old Mr. Hart had built trails in these woods and we felt like explorers and wild Indians when we played there. I love how they hold the same magic for my boys.


See those guns? They practically slept with them. These are their weapons when they play Clone Wars. I couldn't believe they sat side by side for this shot and smiled simultaneously. They are good clones.


And here's Eaglescout after he sneaked one of Mom's deviled eggs. Shame on him. But Mom, being a woman of good southern stock, didn't mind. She let him eat all he wanted even before we said the blessing.

And here's Emma waiting for us to leave. She was scared to death when we went to church, so afraid we were leaving her there. She was born and raised in the south, but something about these visits to Mom and Dad and their dogs makes me think she prefers the green grass of the north. But she would never in a million years say yins.