
I can't remember the name of this Mission.



The old wagon was on a hill over looking Folsom Lake.
The peach and apple trees are in the back yard of what used to be the Notre Dame Catholic Nunnery. St. Josephs is right across the street. The bells still sing and ring out the hours. My town is still a very small place. I'll have to start taking more pictures of it I suppose.
And then there is lovely Miss Molly, my daughter. She turns Twenty, this Sunday. Did I mention she's my baby. And she is as nice as she is pretty.