Happy birthday to me!
This is one of those years that ends in "5" - as in, 55. I am firmly middle-aged and heading towards old.
Young me
Old me.
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Old me.
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Mom with first born. |
Poor little thing looked like a wet dog. |
Mom does a lot with her tongue. |
Yep, this is the second one on it's way out while the first one is getting a drink. Poor mom! |
Now there are two to lick clean. |
Lick, lick. |
A little motherly kiss. |
And another. |
Trying to get them on their feet. |
Didn't quite make it. Needed a rest. |
Bottoms up! |
Second born took a while to gather strength. |
The first born became a little rambunctious after a while. |
Lots of kisses from mom. |
I'm . . . I'm . .. In-dep-endent! |
Resting. Being born is hard work. |
Off to hide the babies. |
The restored mill building. |
A history of the mill. |
A little carriage beside the mill. |
The recreated sluice and water wheel. |
This is my favorite, when you can see the mountain laurel as far back as you can look. |