Appreciating that this winter, so far, has been mild; textures, green, still leaves and not the uniform blanket of white. Not appreciating how quickly the week between Christmas and New Year's melts away, though.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"
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Moss. And pine needles, fallen leaves.
These shapes, colors, texture, fragrances... I love.
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