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.
Monday, May 05, 2014
Sun sun, here it comes
We've had a string of lovely weather lately, and it's been nice to have back porch time and take walks to see neighbors and just hang out washing kale for dinner, enjoying the light.