That’s how far away our oldest daughter, son-in-law, and two oldest grandsons live from us. We don’t see them nearly enough. The route takes us around mountains:
THROUGH mountains:
Across rivers, which means BRIDGES! Both hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead, DB, ’cause I’m closing mine!
Indianapolis has some beautiful, classic buildings and impressive war memorials:
Daughter Boo has always been the frugal one in the family. She loves turning trash into treasures.
Bottlecap and corrugated metal flag
A leggy plant
Son-in-law doesn’t like this one. . . an old, broken door with crushed wine bottle panes. He says it still looks like a broken door.
Wine bottles get new life
Son-in-law frequently quotes lines from The Big Lebowski. Our other daughter’s children don’t know his real name. They call him Uncle Dude.
This is not Uncle Dude.
The garage window that isn’t, really.
This side of the garage is strictly for the birds.
Daughter Boo does her trash to treasuring during long Indiana winters. She loves gardening in spring and summer.
Bottle trees and castor bean plants grow with equal vigor.
Sometimes topiaries aren't, really.
With WHAT???
Magic mushrooms
Autumn crocuses? Croci?
