april 1, 2011 :: at the farm
Part two, of what shouldn’t take me three whole posts but I am finding it hard to choose photos . . DO go back and see Shari‘s second and last post as it is positively swoony– her photos just rock my world. (do note: SHE managed to do it in just two and she has 80 zillion gorgeous photos to choose from so clearly I need to learn from her in the editing department, ahem).
Oh, but wait, before I plunge back into the snowy tundra which I promise you l.i.t.e.r.a.l.l.y. came up to my thighs for some weeks– I wanted to answer Bridgmor’s question.
Do I miss the farm?
Before I moved, I imagined that I would die from missing it because when I was there I loved it so– but I think I lived fully in it and now I am here and fully in this world and am loving it– loving it– so, I guess– the answer is no. But, I do look forward to trips back there when I can and will cherish them, for sure.
Okay– diving in to the wintry drifts . . . sliding across the mud.
trip to Montreal to hang with Jeannine
june squam :: necklace from the lovely linda
ahh, life in the ocean state —