#the returning

This charming lad came right up the front door yesterday, which only adds to the feeling of being checked in on.

We get a lot of deer around here, but almost all does, the bucks are rare. And we almost never see them until autumn.

I suppose I’ll have to bust out the collection tonight and see if something is up.

These little guys just popped up over night. I feel like I’m being checked in on..

Wren, I humbly request that you make it NOT rain for the next few days. If you can do this I will buy you a candy bar.

Since I’m still thinking about high effort “investment” offerings:

This weekend I spent hours in the 90 degree heat, working under the boiling sun. I got sunburned, scraped, bumped, and bruised. My muscles are sore, my nerves are on fire, my eyes sting. I used up all of Monday’s spoons, most of Tuesday, and probably a few of Wednesday’s as well. But it was worth it, for 30 minutes of water and wind working in harmony. To hear Pesse croon in his crashing breakers rumble as I lay in bed exhausted but in to much pain to sleep.

I love it. And he loves it. And I love that he loves it. So I will continue to do it for him whenever I can, no matter the cost to me.