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Dad, doodles, and day lilies

Fathers and daughters, fathers and sons.

It’s Father’s Day weekend as I write this (weeks before I’ll post it).

It’s a pleasant early-summer day, which means my day lilies are doing their thing.

And yes, the fence line does give away that there is an extremely steep hill in my ‘yard’

Sunday church means coloring during services:

And an outdoor & distanced cookout at Dad’s for Fathers Day. For which I made the brownies, touched up with walnuts and a little leftover hot fudge sauce because that sounded good and also because that all needed to Go. Away. From me.