Six Days

Six days.
They were here for six days.
Alone.
Without their parents.



They explored the little creek, on the hunt for minnows and crayfish.




Painted clay pots rescued from the recycling dumpster last summer.



Climbed aboard "The Cubbie" (before it died....again) with Pappy.



Had a squirt gun battle with Grammy.



Walked Miss Henna.

On the morning of day two the kiddos awoke to a big surprise sleeping in the guest room.  Uncle Chris had arrived.  Squeels and shrieks of "Uncle Chris is here, Uncle Chris is here" followed and Uncle Chris' peaceful morning came to an abrupt halt.



Spent the 4th of July with their cousins.



Uncle Chris spent time with his cousins too.



Tried their hand at fishing.



Watched the eagles enjoy a feast on the lake shore.



Had her first solo voyage in the kayak.



Fished some more.



More cousin time.



Checked the minnow trap...daily.  Okay, several times a day.



Sat around the camp fire.



Kayaked with Grammy.



Posed with great-grandma Gram.



Cheesed it up with Pappy.



Toasted marshmallows.  Again and again and again.



Reeled in the big one.

Refilled the hummingbird feeders & learned how to make the nector.
Watered the flowers.

Stayed up way past bedtime, every night.

Jumped in the lake,

Watched fireworks from the boat.
Fell asleep on the way home.

Six days.

Six days alone with Pappy and Grammy,
without their parents.

It went by in a flash.

But the memories will last a lifetime.