playground romps with the mir-cat.
eating kiwis (skin and all!) with my sensible shoes + favorite dress.
pre-thirty mile bike ride burrito + sangria (!!!)
fox socks out on the town.
statues getting festive.
mile twenty six of said bike ride. roomies on the tandem. fried dough stand ambiance.
prunes + kindle in the library. 21 going on 84 years old. just call me myrtle.
if bob ross was painting my dinner the other night, he’d call it “happy produce”.
…spring, you really are the best. keep on doing your thang.