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The fruit trees in our family orchard are starting to bloom.

Their fragrance is amazing.

Tucker is home for a visit. He's been on loan to some friends keeping their goat company.

He missed me. Can you tell?

Spring may be in the air but it's still muddy enough that rubber boots are necessary.

Someone had a birthday. And, no, it wasn't me. My arms aren't that hairy. And I'm not 41. Yet.

That's chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. And, yes, those are Reese's Peanut Butter Cups smashed all over it. Those are the man's favorite candy. The cake was delicious. I can say so because all I did was make the frosting and do some smashing.The girl made the cake. Again, it was yummy. It's nice to have a baker or two in the family.

In addition to fathering and working the man has been preparing for a sermon he is giving on Sunday.

The three oldest boys have worked hard this week fixing up the side yard. I'm hoping to have it full of flowers and herbs this year.

Does it send a mixed message when you are trying to teach your two year old not to jump on the couch and are photographing the cuteness of it at the same time? Don't answer that.