I finally finished off a roll of film that I began on our trip to Arkansas. One day we took a stroll in the woods on a mossy path. John kept an eye out for black bears. Elsie slept, and when she woke she looked at the trees and when she got tired of doing that she slept again. I was just happy to spy a changing leaf here or there.
We have an almost-seven-month-old. ??? How did that happen?