Dad's always enjoyed the trappings of home, be it a good meal on the table, clean windows, burning a candle on a rainy day... so it didn't surprise me when mom said he was the one who went out and bought flowers for the deck. Take that, Cancer. 🌼 #carryon (Water is still too high for the docks to go in.)
It was one of those really hard + really good days. Life. 🌀
5am. No car needed to get here, just my own two feet. Damn.
Seven moose, four deer, one coyote, and one 4:45 sunrise later... 🔆 ☕️ It can be a logistical challenge to have your aging parents retire so remotely, but not once have I wondered why they chose this.
A high school teacher that saved me from myself once told me she'd dated Greg Allman for awhile. The first time she saw him perform, the band just never quit. The show went straight through 'til morning, at which point the theatre doors were opened and golden sunrise filled the hall. Still, the band played on. Those were the days. I had the pleasure of seeing The Allman Brothers a few years later at a small venue... no sunrise service, but equally wonderful. ❤
Way late start as one of us had to run to the clinic to rule out Strep. Can't knowingly bring the cooties around my dad. Finally on the road, should have at least seven hours of knitting daylight. 😍
Heading to Maine in the morning. House is trashed and I haven't done laundry in two weeks. Let's plant corn! 🌽
Had it ready to go in the freezer. Friday morning seemed like as good a time as any to bake it off. Blueberry. (And five minutes too long in the oven. 🔥🙈)