As much as I may complain about the heat, and the bees, and the spiders, and the mosquitos…I really do love summer.

Especially in the mountains. I mean, let’s face it, it’s gorgeous up here, and a solid 10 degree difference in weather, than those in the flat lands. Anyone who is stuck dealing with 90+ degree weather in the summer, I feel for you, I really do. But I don’t envy you. Not in the least. I’ll keep my Boone weather, thank you very much.

One thing I am really starting to enjoy, as my kiddos get older, is seeing them explore the great outdoors, and all the wonders it holds. My oldest, J-Man, says he wants to be a scientist (and a police officer). When I ask him what kind of scientist, he says a scientist of snails. Okay then. But oh, how I love his enthusiasm, and his excitement for the big “thing” he’s into for that week…day…hour. And this week, he loves snails. He has actually acquired a “pet” snail, that he has lovingly named Seymore.


Trust me, before I helped him nail down an actual name, I would have had to type out “hopps-jo-giba-gooba-jiba-kucha”. I suggested that it might be good to pick a name he could pronounce more than once, and that other people could say. So I started throwing out “S” names, because…snail. He liked Seymore, so it stuck.

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