Catchings up.

Mornings now consist of drinking tea, on the porch when it's nice, and then going for a walk to semi-accidentally scare the living daylights out of our neighbors, a huge family of turkeys.
When they all fly at once, (yes, they do), the sound is heavy and arresting, like fists beating on your chest, or pulsing the tragus of your ear with a finger.









Also, the misses and i have been staying with some very wonderful friends.



















There's been some weddings,







































And some quiet nights alone.