Thursday, June 11, 2009

Boys Will Be Boys.

That is a very true old-time saying. 

Colyer, one of my boys, will slice off a big bunch of roses with his splintery sword that he promised not to use on my rose bushes. 

Boys will be boys.

Said boy, will then on a whim put that bunch of roses through a hole in the fence for me to see when I turn the corner causing me to smile uncontrollably. 

Killed roses forgotten. 

Boys will be boys and mine are kinda terrific, splintery swords and all.


  1. I love love love that picture and I love love love your boys (and girl :])

  2. And we all love Auntie Kimmie! Thanks for commenting. I keep finding all these little gems people are leaving me. Still gotta figure this blog-thang out:)