Mitter loves to sit in our plastic bath tub "ice bucket".
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
What I didn't count on was the local farmers fertilizing their fields...the stink of fresh cow manure wafted down from the hills behind us and settled in the valley where our house sits. And if that wasn't enough, huge truckloads of the stuff was being driven past the house. No amount of citronella candles could mask the odor. Earl couldn't stop laughing and declared it the best birthday celebration ever.
Nowadays, we just bring the party inside but the tradition lives on.