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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 ā€˜yardā€™

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.