Great-grandmother’s song

Monday morning the boys were at my house and Denton suggested that we go for a hike. Hudson and I thought it sounded like a good idea. Matilda always goes on our hikes, but on our way out they asked if Willow and Rose could join us. So, there we went;


three humans, two goats and one dog.


Denton, (surprise, surprise) appointed himself to be the leader.


We found a little frog.


We went down to the creek and then


stopped to look at the buckeye crop.


There was also a moment of silence at One-eyed Sally’s grave.

As we were approaching this spot, Denton said,


“Listen to the birds singing a beautiful song.” To which Hudson replied,

“Yes, it was my great- grandmother’s song.”