We picked the grayest part of an otherwise glorious fall weekend to head over to the orchard. But the picking was good, and so was the company. And some little cheeks stayed full the whole time. It’s been a long time since we woke up on a Saturday morning with nothing on the agenda except…
Author: thirdstoryies
friday morning in the garden
smile
This is not the kind of smile that is put on for the camera (because she doesn’t smile on command). She just smiles. Period. This is the kind of smile that means “I am so happy to be here, in this garden, with you.” Baby girl, I know exactly how you feel.