Super Easy, Healthy Zucchini Muffins

These are so good that my super-picky 11 (ahem, twelve tomorrow) sister ate 3 last night… Even after I told her what was in them. They are sugar-free (and yes, that includes aspartame), moist, loaded with zucchini, and also super easy to make. 

Here’s what you’ll need:

2 cups grated zucchini

2 cups flour (white, wheat, or a combination; gluten free would probably work as well)

1 super ripe peach

1/4 cup honey or maple syrup

1.5 tsp baking soda

1 egg

First, start by cutting up your peach into small bits. Add it to a container with a lid. Then, add the 1/4 cup honey and stir the two together vigorously so the honey is well incorporated and the peach is a little bit mashed up. Put it in the fridge until it’s time to use it.

Next, chop your zucchini into small bits and add it to a blender. Turn on the lowest setting, stopping every few seconds or so at first to help it along. Take a wooden spoon and mash the zucchini down deeper in the blender.This will take some time, unless of course you have a Vitamix or Blendtec, or other fancy blender. Then I’m jealous… It’s done once you have a thick, liquidy green paste and all the big pieces are gone. Just think, this is all going to be baked into a muffin, and you wouldn’t necessarily want to find a big hunk of zucchini in your sweet treat. The goal is to sneak these veggies in.

Once it’s all grated, add it to a big bowl. Then take your peach/ honey mixture and put it into the blender and pulse it a few times so the big chunks are gone and it’s a pureed mash. Then add this mixture to the bowl of zucchini. Next, add your egg, beaten or not to the bowl. Break the yolk if not beaten and incorporate it into the zucchini/ peach mixture. Then add the flour and baking soda and mix until incorporated. Don’t overmix. Stop when the all the flour is moistened. 

Next you’ll want to spray one muffin pan. The last time I made these I made eighteen muffins, but they were on the small size and I could have easily made 12 bigger muffins. Besides, this means you’ll have one less dish to wash :) Pour the batter in evenly and bake at 350 F for 25-30 minutes, until the tops are deep brown and a toothpick comes out clean when stuck in the center. Mine only took 25, but again they were smaller. 

That’s it! Just wait for them to cool a bit (or burn your tongue like I did…) and ENJOY! 

Other fun additions:

walnuts or other soft nut

cocoa powder

chocolate chips

cocoa powder and chocolate chips

small dried fruit like raisins or dried cranberries

more honey/ maple syrup or other sweetener for a sweeter muffin

Note: You can also make a zucchini loaf. Just spray a loaf pan and bake for 1 hour or so. 

Selective omnivore

I forwent the dairy and meat industries because I was hurt. I felt personally victimized and I vowed never to trust anyone even slightly involved with livestock again. what I overlooked in the process was the good farmers out there. The ones who despite being part of that same industry have the exact opposite impact that corporations have; they make the world a better place. I just had to learn to find these.

However I do consider my year of being vegan a huge blessing. It taught me more than I could have ever known going in to it and there’s no way I would be where I am today without having made and stuck to that decision. I would be ever increasingly overweight, confused, and in the dark about food. I would have seen an abundance of meat as a right and not a privilege that is intended to be eaten without blindfolds.

When eating out and at school I’ll still even call myself vegan to simplify my order. Never for a second will I forget the animal in the business of bringing a burger to the table. Never will I get so full of myself and think that I matter more than its wellbeing.

I don’t need meat and dairy to live or even to be healthy. I lived off it for over a year and would still be doing so if I lived in a food desert and was very poor. But I don’t. And (despite being on a relatively small budget) I’m not. And so I can enjoy high quality meat from hardworking, honest, proud local farmers raising animals in wide open pastures who eat bugs and grass and who can roll around in mud for their whole life no matter how long it happens to be. And so I can sit down at the table and enjoy a meal that I know didn’t come from abuse, constant fear, and neglect. I can enjoy a glass of creamy full fat milk that came from a cow who had order occupations beside standing up all day in one spot having milk squeezed from it.

I am now cleansed, clear headed, and out of the dark, ready to bring these yummy and rich foods back into my life. My body was craving them. It told me so at that first bite of pork sausage and the later bites of tuna and wild caught salmon (the only meats I’ve had so far).

I will buy them sparingly and very, very selectively so I can afford the other important components of a well balanced diet, but also so that I may appreciate each bite, each sip, and most importantly each animal it came from.

Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.   Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 
After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.
Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 
Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.  

Sorry it’s been so long. Life has been so slow and uneventful that I haven’t really had much to write about. Actually, that’s not exactly true now that I think about it… I didn’t have internet for a while and I don’t like posting from my phone, and also, I went away on college visits for a few days and like I’ve said, I don’t like blogging while traveling. Anyways, enough excuses. I’m back.

 

After much convincing, my mom dragged me to Ohio to visit four colleges: Denison, Ohio Wesleyan, College of Wooster, and Wittenberg.  They all fit very similar criteria: small (2,500 or less) private (expensive, but good financial aid), liberal arts schools. However, as you can imagine apart from their similar foundations, each was actually quite different from the others. I didn’t want to go firstly because I have been packing and leaving all summer long. Heck, since I moved into the dorms freshman year I have been packing and going more often than I’d like. Secondly, I didn’t want to go because it’s Ohio. What is there to do in Ohio? Frankly I’m still wondering this but over the course of the trip  I learned that I don’t care as much as I thought I would. Lastly, I didn’t want to go because college makes me think about school, and I’m still on summer break for another few weeks. But I went anyways, and I’m glad because I really connected with a school: Wooster. I can’t explain it; their commitment to students, faculty excellence, small class sizes, caring community, all of it was advertised as the same as the other three schools, but somehow this campus, these people, this seminar was different, special. I looked around at my potential future classmates and they looked like people I’d want to call friends. It’s hard to explain why I liked it so much, I guess it’s the same with falling in love with someone. You can’t always pinpoint why you love them… You just do.

With this being said, I’m sure I’ll apply to Wooster, although I’m not sure in which order this school falls compared to other schools. I still have to see more.

I made Chloe this teepee thing for her birthday. Well, I found the teepee in my attic (one of the many playthings I found in there that my mom apparently forgot about when we were younger. Anyways, I set it up and then realized that it needed sprucing up to be suitable for an almost twelve year old. So I added a string of lights, a rug I found in the attic, some pillows, a mobile, and a fridge. Welcome to club preteen!

Yesterday I also transformed the window well in the upstairs hallway to a little a reading/ writing/ movie watching corner perfect for rainy days. That hallway has never been more than a catchall for the junk that we don’t want in our rooms. To see it makes my mom fume, and it’s quite the danger zone when walking though a dark hallway late at night on my way to bed. 

In years past I loathed August. Well maybe not loathed, but I didn’t like it very much. It felt too close to September when I had to go back to school and I didn’t like that feeling. Granted, there was always that little bit of reserved excitement for school- for new shoes and a new teacher, the prospect of a more successful year, but still I’d have much rather stayed in summerland. Well, as tends to happen as one grows older, I’m actually quite fond of August now. I still don’t like how close to September it is, and I’d really rather have to rush to get summer work done, but I like these calm, quiet days, the ones where my hyperactive dog will lay down in the rich green grass, flop over on his side and sleep midday. When the steady lull of crickets chirping becomes white noise and puts me to sleep at night. I love the days where it rains a hard steady rain for all hours of daylight, forcing one inside all day to read and watch movies. I love the abundance that the garden brings, cooking to preserve the summer’s fresh tomatoes to enjoy in the bleak winter days. I love the little hints of leaves changing you see at the very tippy tops of the trees- little patches of red or gold. I love evenings in August, when the light is so golden that it seems to be pouring from the heavens themselves. I love walking down to the blueberry patch and checking on the status of their ripening, stealing a few for a quick snack. June and July are great too, of course. But there always seems to be a business to them, an agenda and a plan attached to every day that just doesn’t exist in August. After two months of doing projects, and traveling, vacations, cleaning, organizing- you know, everything you said you’d do once you had a little time off, you sort of start to let things go, take it easy. By August everything you had on your list is done, or if you’re like me, you stop caring and you just let it slip through the cracks. And it’s ok because by next month you’ll be back in school, envying the days when you had nothing to do, but grateful nonetheless for the restoration they brought you.

Although, mostly I just wish it was June again. I’m rather nervous for senior year. And like my mom once said, "June is Friday, July is Saturday, and August is the Sunday of summer." 

Anyways, here’s to August! We must hold onto it with all our strength, all the students, teachers, and other nine-month employees alike. Make it last long enough to renew our souls for the long upcoming year.  

By 7:35 am this morning my day had already been made. It’s the little things, really. Happy Monday, friends!

Kendall

A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice.  A Beach Wedding:
Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice. 

A Beach Wedding:

Bloggin on vacation is hard! We (mom, dad, brother, sister, and I) are here, well now it’s just my mom, sister, and I because my dad and brother left to go to a baseball game. Anyways, the five of us came last Friday to go to my cousin Ryan’s wedding but rented a house so we could stay the rest of the week! Again, it’s just hard to sit down and write on vacation/ while travelling. I’ll try to sit down and give a better recap of the trip, but for now hopefully these pictures will suffice. 

Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall

Color in Spain:

Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 

My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 

Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!

Kendall

The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue.

The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.

I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.

Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.

Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue.

More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall

More from raspberry picking// last night

 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.

We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures.

At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win.

I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 

Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.

Have a wonderful (hump)day!

Kendall

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Songs that should be longer: Circles by Passenger

We listen to Music to make us feel something. We listen and allow it to take us to other places. We allow the melodious Notes to pierce through our tender Hearts and they swell not from injury but rather from the Sensuality of the Sound. Whether conscious or not, we Dance and allow the Beat to move us- our bodies are powerless against this Force.

Music is the difference between Life and Death.