When my nose isn't stuck in a book, I do things. Camera at my side.
Here's a look at last weekend in anticipation of the coming break from the 8 to 5:
I. Tea Party
II. Trips to the Market and a Teeny, Tiny Kitchen
III. Nana and Papa and the Vast Space They Inhabit
Ah, fresh air. And flowers. And herbs for baking. And tea for drinking.
"I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great." - My Antonia