farewell to a sweet november |
wild buckwheat in folsom |
in the canopy, her branches are sturdy. i scope out groves, checking the quality of the acorn and the size of the bounty, honing my skill. |
under our star, on our little blue planet. "a billion billion nuclear reactions warming our faces." |
ending with an afternoon picnic to fill our joy batteries. |
my dad turned 68. life marches on. |
sorry for the scary blurry baby faces, which are otherwise adorable. link and his cousins and their daddies. |
"where warmth is stored." |
dinner at my sister merry's. she's holding my nephew river. |
parsley tabbouli and apple/beet salad. |
we were the lucky ones who got to take the school guineas over break. one of them looks like a discarded toupee and that much more the sweeter. |
my family |
teddy's school had a feast. these are the cool kids that have graduated. they stick together, and i self-project old-mom vibes. |
teddy's turkey. |
"look at daddy!" |
hiking to fairy falls with new friends. |
creek creature. |
rock dwellers. |
i am just a stitch in the knitted earth. |
i'm loving the winter and all of the unique beauty that can only be found therein.
xoxo
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