Looking out the cabin window from her spot. This is post card size...now I just need to mail it.
I love small art.
xoxoxoxo
We spent a few days at the cabin. It was beautiful. The wild flowers were taller then me (not saying much). When Conner ran he looked like a deer hopping and bouncing through the flowers. It rained the first night and everything smelled heavy with pollen. It was almost lunch time until the ground was dry enough that I could mow the path down to secret place, and once again it was crooked! The bird nest was snuggled into a chair by the fire pit- it was thick and full of mud and sticks. I want to go back. The lack of noise was sex to my ears! I devoured a book and found a shiny point to an arrow head!