More Lincoln Logs?!

Ah, yes.  I think I am in love with them.

And this means I get to write in a country accent again!!!

A veew fr'm th' front

Polly saes hi

Th' privy    

Polly on th' pot

An' fr'm th' top (no, Polly didn' jump off th' top, she perf'ctly fine).

I like to build things.  With Lincoln logs.

Oh, on the subject of Lincoln logs, even though this has absolutely nothing to do with that, I heard a white-throated sparrow several times today.  In the summer, they go to Canada because it is too hot here.  The mnemonic to remember how they sound is "Oh, sweet Canada Canada Canada."  They sing just before they are about to take off to oh sweet Canada, home.  I heard one when I woke up, one at recess, and one when I got home.  It was so exciting.  Now the next step, to see one.  Hmm...  a bit more difficult.  On the bright side, this means it really is spring and not still winter!

Lincoln Logs

Entrance to the privy hallwae th'engy (I mayked a hallwae th'engy so et woul'ent be so col' en th' Wintur)

From above (red ruffed es th' privy)

Dang it, tha' woul' be th' finest durn privy you all'd evah lay yer eyes upo'.  Them woul' be some high an' lucky 'hind quarters.  Shoo doggie!

An' th' door.  Nuthun too fancy schmancy, but yer know.  Migh' be a li'l' bit drafty in th' Wintur munths, but, hey!

Actu'lly, I furget to take a picshur of th' door, but heres et frem beheind.

Et even has cartput!  Liyk m' ayxent?