Nature Boy

This kid took us on a nature hike the other day.

He's a renowned naturalist.

 

Mistah and I were headed out on a bike ride and when we were invited by Himself we sidetracked into Mitchell Wood . . .  

. . . I know, right?

. . . right in our own backyard.

See that face?

That's the face right before getting seriously mad that's he's not big enough to ride Mistah's bike.

But still.

There are trees to climb and rocks to jump off of and sticks to throw in the pond and woods to explore . . .

. . . and we're happy to be along for the ride.

The Yellow And The Purple

What says late summer more than yellow and purple?

They come alive at the same time, and they look ever so gorgeous together . . . 

I've always loved purple . . . 

. . . but I'm a big fan of the yellow too.

I mean, I know a lot of yellowbellies, but yellow is a lot more than the bellies they define. 

Just look at those hues. The purple of the morning glory . . . 

. . . and the yellow of the golden rod . . . 

. . . the purple butterfly bush and the iconic yellow flowers . . . they love eachother.

And also?

My favorite friend in all the Land . . . . 

. . . the honeybee.

She embodies both.

Crashing Waves . . .

Mistah and I got away last week and were so thankful for that joy.

We heard nothing but Crashing Waves for four days, and that, my friends, is the best sound in the world.

In the meantime, the world did its own crashing around last week.

Thinking about Scott and all who we lost in 9/11. And thinking about our dear and darling cousin-in-law Ed.

Things can get so hard, and so intense . . . 

. . . and yet the Waves just keep on Crashing.

And so we keep listening to them, and we keep staying afloat.

Labor(Less) Day

Happy Labor Day, everybody! I hope everybody gets a day off from     w-o-r-k and can spend today bicycling and beaching and frolicking and drinking bubbly. Because that's my plan.

And we still have lots and lots and lots of summertime in front of us, people, and lots of exciting times ahead.

Cheers!