Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Beauty
Chris and Unity went to the farmers' market yesterday, as usual. They came back with these. I don't even really have to say anything, do I? Just look at them. That's what I keep doing.
1 comment:
mama cindy
said...
Gorgeous! And especially nice since it was unexpected.
1 comment:
Gorgeous! And especially nice since it was unexpected.
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