Somewhere in these eyes
. I don’t think I demand much from them, so when I told her I needed her here this weekend, she knew I wasn’t messing around.
. Story bowl.
. ... in bed. We’re all a little slap happy. It feels good to laugh this hard.
. “Papa didn’t go many places and he didn’t go very fast.”
. We talk. And talk. And talk. She’s always trying to entice me to move out there.
. Venison. Bacon jam. Kilt greens. Coffee.
. A secret patch of daffodils to sit in.
. The ease of this day. I feel soothed.
. Mint tea + Gathering Moss.