The hills are now in Technicolor.
I wonder how many of us will now have this stuck in our heads for the rest of the day.
If my kids are going to embrace change, then so will I.
So far away yet right here in the palm of my hand.
Imagine hymns ringing out from every corner of the countryside.
One of the very many photos to show my girls of a land I hope they get to see one day.
Shortly after encountering these guys Marlo whispered to me, “Those are the ugliest birds I’ve ever seen.” As if she didn’t want to hurt their feelings.
A pleasantly drama-free wildlife encounter. Thanks for the wink and head nod, Universe.
From happy happy joy joy to grumpy grumpy sad sad and back again. The roller coaster as metaphor.
Greetings from the Inland Empire where oddly I got very in touch with my Southern roots.