Over Labor Day weekend at the Farm, Hurricane Gustav began blowing into Arkansas. It was evident in the cooling of the temperatures on Saturday and Sunday and by Monday, the WIND was something to behold. It was amazing. I watched from my seat on the porch swing as my family lunged and lurched about the badminton court, cursing Gustav for blowing the birdie out of their reach. Gustav became a running joke, in fact, and the general scapegoat for anything that went awry...from the fire ants and errant birdies to burnt toast.

So as Brooklyn sat on top of the 4 wheeler and Kyle photographed her pretty little face, she threw her head about wildly to keep Gustav from whipping her eyes and cheeks with her fine, blond hair. A sight to behold, indeed.