In loving memory of Misha
I'm always struck by how much a thicket of Aspens looks like the legs of a bunch of elephants milling about. And every year when we take these drives to look at the colors I'm compelled to take a photo almost exactly like this one, trying to capture what, I don't know. Something about the silence of being out there under that canopy is simultaneously haunting and comforting.
Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
