Two friends, 365 days.
there were fruits, but really it’s my eyes that matter
two squash and a bouquet from the garden minutes ago
farm visit
descending
anything is possible when the sun shines here.
when we were little, my brother and i would lick marshmallows and try to stick them to the other person’s forehead. gross/funny.
i wish we could illuminate all of the bags in trees to make them lanterns
DARE BAILEY AWESOME PANTS GIANT!!!
the weather is epic.
i sent a postcard to my gramma about that tangerine
flowers make a bit of difference
flutter, land, begin again
gomphrena (globe amaranth)
more to come
fresh, peeled and washed
green buildings of the future
always with the bouquets those two
coconut tapioca with maple stewed stone fruit
sometimes saturdays make me feel that my heart might explode for love of life
visiting with friends from pre-memory childhood
face-plant
liquid
memorial bench
at the midwife's
i know how they feel
caught in the rain twice in 12 hours
leaves
life imitates life
tiny fast, big still
spring is like nothing else (thankful for the foggy/rainy week)
good son
H5 = high five
stacking up
anticipatory conversation
lunching in the west village
once a week
anthony's truck.
stamping for anejo
the joys of yard ownership.
puja offering (12 years later)
always anticipating disaster.
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