“…or at least let me
recapture the serenity of last month when we picked
berries and glided through afternoons in a canoe..
…I was in the garden then, surrounded by the hum of bees
and the Latin names of flowers, watching the early light
flash off the slanted windows of the greenhouse
and silver the limbs on the rows of dark hemlocks.
As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.” -Billy Collins
Reading in the car — Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry. So sad. So good.
This backpack has been a lot of places.
The town of Cocoa = ubiquitous surf shops and signs with strange grammar.
Impaled shark on sign post. Also, brother. The glasses did not make the trip home; they were swallowed by a wave.
Not sure what “off price shells” are, but they are selling out.
Sans toddler! Thank you, Mom and Dad, for our very first full day away from Aveline. This was the first time in a long while that we both sat down simultaneously while at the beach. ;)
Snacks. And I didn’t even notice the cheerio until just now!
Once John edits the footage he took while he was here, I’ll post a link! Until then, you can 
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