today i'm missing...
fresh berries
eating dinner outside on the patio
no schedule
picnics in the backyard
and everything about summer, really.
you could argue that it's always summer in sing, but it's not the same ("endlessly humid" comes to mind).
you could argue that it's always summer in sing, but it's not the same ("endlessly humid" comes to mind).
my brother sent this photo a few days ago, and i love that he captured sage's deep blue eyes while we were hangin on the hammock.







