Hunting for chantrelle mushrooms is the closest thing Nora has to an annual tradition thus far. Last year she was only a couple of weeks old; she had to ride around strapped to Ralph or I's chest, she pooped on the hood of the car (how embarrassing), and really had no idea she was hunting for anything. Ohhh how a year changes things.....while she did do a lot of riding in the backpack, she certainly was more participatory. She was very good at pointing out all the leaves, trees, sticks, moss, roots, etc. Lots of excited "ohhhhs" and "ewhhhhs" then got tired and rode around the rest of the afternoon on Ralph's back.
Nora proved more of a leaf hunter than a mushroom hunter.
We were quite a hive. Ralph was the bee keeper, Nora a baby bee, Bean was a worker bee, I was the queen bee, and Lynnda was a bouquet of flowers.
Bean tried on my crown
Roma and the hive cheering on Wally
x-rated....men riding in thongs.
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