I didn’t get the job, which was disappointing, but Burke and Amy came over and we talked and roasted marshmallows, so I’m declaring Friday night a win.
Tunnel + cat dancer = fun with Max
My clementines are trying to tell me something.
This is delicious. Fruity, nuanced, wonderful.
Makes me remember just how much I love brewing…i want to learn to make something just like this. I’m spending the next few days hoping like hell I can.
The phone cameras night sight mode has completely failed to capture just how the Magnolia blossoms glowed against the darkening sky.
Was he watching me in the hammock? Or the fountain in the birdbath?
I have hit the wall. I just can’t get excited about anything right now. Yes it’s spring, but we’re still in coronavirus hell, and I just can’t.
I stopped at the falls on 25 on my way home, to pick some forsythias.
I don’t think I’v ever seen white violets before. Would it be horrible of me to come and dig some up?