Proof He’s Not Grown Up
Bear with me as my ever present camera collects the evidence.
I found him:
frog hunting,
frog hunting,
Winter makes sense of our basic needs. There’s clarity sitting by a fire, huddling together, lit from the inside out. I could stay up all night.
Once or twice a week, homework permitting, my daughter and I have the house to ourselves for a few hours. We don’t do anything monumental, just watch a couple of…
I’m finally at a place where I don’t want to cast on every thing I see and I need your help. I want to finish up all of the lingering…
Not really with a diving economy, sobering thoughts of working outside the home, tightening the belt, giving up (gasp!) cable, etc. Just reminding myself to keep a summer frame…
She “goes to bed wi’ th’ sun, And with him rises weeping.’ – Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale It does seem to be craning to look at the sun for guidance…
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Thanks for the comment on my blog, I hope you celebrated a lovely birthday 🙂
And thank you, Xanthe, for the birthday wishes. He had a great time.