Visitation Nation

There was no hugging, but there was a whole lot of social-distance visiting on a spectacular weekend.

There were these long and lean cuties . . .

. . . who biked to the beach both weekend days.

Bye, guys! Thanks for stopping by!

There was this fella, lurking in the background . . .

Huh. I really should change out of my Field clothes when visitors visit . . .

There was our favorite Freighbor Family, and yes the camera was on double-exposure . . .

. . . so really it was like having six of them visit.

Just the way we like it.

And there was this little doll-face . . .

. . . isn't she the cutest?

Her life going to dramatically change in a few months.
Enjoy being an only child while it lasts, honey!

And there was, of course, The Field . . .

. . . and we were proud to be its Visitors . . .

. . . and we are forever grateful for that.

And me? Well, I was Lord Muck, as my father-in-law used to say.

Lording over it all.