there were billions of caterpillars falling from cottonwood trees--onto our necks, our heads.
each night we'd pick dozens from the firepit, roast potatoes, chocolate oozing into marshmallow. there were red mountains, day long hikes up and up and up.
here, we wake before dawn. hours before dawn.
before the sun has set, we fall into bed.
today, the birds are merry.
the sun shines, warming the front porch.
plans for our first dinner outside this evening!
and in less than three months we will be in a little tent in a forest in new york. basking in the glow of the three heart sons, khenpo...hooray!
each night we'd pick dozens from the firepit, roast potatoes, chocolate oozing into marshmallow. there were red mountains, day long hikes up and up and up.
here, we wake before dawn. hours before dawn.
before the sun has set, we fall into bed.
today, the birds are merry.
the sun shines, warming the front porch.
plans for our first dinner outside this evening!
and in less than three months we will be in a little tent in a forest in new york. basking in the glow of the three heart sons, khenpo...hooray!
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