. . . 2021 style:
January, New Year Morn
Exactly like this year.
February, The Muffled Hush
Looks like a different world.
March, Greening Up
Again, looks like a different world. A different different world.
May, 'Bout To Bust Loose
These photos are giving me hope . . .
June, Verdant and Fecund
. . . serious hope.
July was Mad Burning Fun . . .
. . . and a highlight of the year.
In August, Henri came . . .
And in September, we went to the beach . . .
#photooftheyear
In October, we went back to the beach . . .
. . . (a different beach.)
And in November, we invented Fiyah . . .
You're welcome.
And then in December . . .
. . . all hell broke loose.
Happy Twenty Twenty-Two, peeps.
Wishing you flowers and love and peace and fire and sunsets and friends and joy.
2 comments:
Such a beautiful recap, Ellie and that last picture says it all....
I love you....
The last picture says it all! So happy to see you all together sans masks! Cheers to 2022!
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