grrlTravels

the hike

When it is above 60 and it's December we head outside. We had a fabulous day playing in the woods. The woods smelled like winter. The pine needles slid under our feet. The water was dark and mysterious. It was fabulous.

(I cut E.'s hair. It is a long, sad-for-me story of peer pressure, E.'s ongoing gender crisis, and the fact that we still don't live in Hawaii.)