One of the rites of Spring here in the Pacific Northwest is spreading beauty bark. I've never been a big fan, though I love the smell of it once it's all spread and you come out to the deck to relax - beer in hand. In this shot, Ian (age 2) is helping me spread bark at the log house - one of the perks of having live in help. Somehow he's managed to avoid this duty the past 9 years thought. Hmmm....
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