Walking with the boys.  I would say the 'little boys' since they have been that all their lives.  But Aidan pointed out that they are the oldest and only boys in the house now so could I please stop calling them the "little boys"?  Ok, point taken.  

Here are my 'not so little anymore' boys on the trail with me this month…

that would be a ginormous termite mound.  Ew. I was wondering when I got home if those nasty flying breeders could have hitch-hiked home with me?  Ew again. 

German toad stools.  Every. Where. Love them.