happy-keep-your-eye-on-the-ball-friday to you m’loves! almost three years ago this great pyrenees/anatolian shepeard-mix adopted us. we sought out this breed for its instincts to guard the family and property. those genetics have run true; jones’ bark sets...
those words are still clanging in my brain, like how hours after a concert you can still feel the reverberation in your teeth? “so this is what you do all day, katie?” now a permanent tattoo in my cerebral cortex, trying to find elbow room amongst the...
park city you never disappoint. from your deer-dolloped hillside to the afternoon pockets of surprise thunder and lightning; i limp home, weak-knee’d, by your humble magnificence. here’s a little recap of our weekend away: but first, coffee. tummy time in...
