A picture I will always cherish.
So that’s how we ended up in Paris. Everything else on this trip— Amsterdam, Luxembourg, England— were all add-ons to getting Victor in his happy place for his birthday.
We loved her. She got old, then she died. Heartbroken and relieved.
Fifteen Years…and always a highlight of the winter. We have a tradition on our hands (and some graphic images in the post).
In the first simplification of our urban homestead, we say goodbye to our rabbits.
Our urban chickens don’t have production quotas, but they do have a watchful mother in Victor. We’re learning plenty of new things as we try to manage a flock of egg-laying birds.
It was a dark and stormy night… We had the good fortune to get to watch it roll in over the Sound at the Edgewater.
Pops was an awesome rabbit who died too soon.
I probably shouldn’t be surprising Victor with twenty pound rabbits, but he shouldn’t have kept saying we couldn’t have one. Meet Pops. I love him.
With our wedding guests departed and our return from the mini-moon, we’re just getting through the pile of photos to post a few
Life on Cloud Nine: an extra day to recover from the party.
I can’t recall a Valentine’s Day that I felt so joyously manic. In the morning, before I drank the coffee I’ve been quitting, Vic said, “Sure, let’s get the dirt delivered.”