fishing 🎣

Brother Bassett came by this morning to give us some fishing lessons. Unfortunately it decided to rain! I loved looking out and seeing all the kids with him. I think it is a beautiful thing that we have the opportunity to know people in ways we didn't know them before. Brother Bassett shook our hands every Sunday until the ward split. We haven't seen him much since, but now we are in his branch AND we get to learn about fishing from him. I see it as a door the Lord is opening to build a relationship with him. 

We also got a zucchini! 

 

And a strawberry or 2 and 3 purple potatoes! I feel like our garden is kind of meager but I am very happy for what we do get!

a death and a fish

A small hummingbird was found during our wood clean up over the weekend. Taft worked hard to care for it making it concoctions of sugar water, chick food and bugs. He fed it frequently with a syringe. But alas, little Tiny was taken home to hummingbird heaven this morning. 

The boys really wanted to go fishing today. We figured out how to set up the pole, took some hot dogs out and tried out best. 

Taft, Joel and Kent all caught small cat fish and then Taft caught a big one. We released them but maybe someday we'll eat them.