Jimmy Hank and KG

Okay, where were we?

I think we are in mid-June somewhere…

Oh riiiight! I went to Florida again.

Grandpa’s yard isn’t “fraught with peril” like mine. But then again, I don’t need Mom or Dad holding my hand to walk around in it…so that’s nice.

I call that look “dumbfounded.” Wish I could tell you more about it.

Grandma and I played in the yard until my shoes exploded.

High or low, no flower was safe from my olfactory interrogation of that yard. I sniffed that place dry.

This was more fun than it looks, I promise.

Piglet Out.