I know, I know, another picture of his bare feet on the back patio. Can’t help it: this moment so perfectly captures the game that occupied this boy for hours and hours this week. A fish, a pot of water, some sage leaves picked from the garden. Oh yes, and a broken bat to stir it with, of course. With his teeth.
A piece of my heart was already here
April. It’s April. It’s APRIL.
Oh bees, I cannot quit you