Or, “Daddy, are marshmallows considered a food group?”
We’re full-on here in the simple pleasures department. Eating popsicles and watermelon, running through the sprinkler, swinging in the hammock. And, dum da da da-a-a-a — gathering around the family bonfire. Chris built an amazing new fire-pit on our property and we had Gillian and her brood over for some mallow roasting action (you didn’t think I’d be rid of her that easily, did you?).
And… the puffy vest makes another (semi)public appearance, this time on Gillian. I’m hereby predicting the puffy vest will soon usurp the wedge sneaker as ugly-yet-strangely-compelling wardrobe item of the season. You heard it here first.
Frida with marshmallow moustache, Steve with floral headpiece.
Sweet Yarrow made wildflower bouquets and crowns for everyone. I’m just dying over the light in these photos.
It’s called ‘technique.’
Gillian’s rad sneakers, now with wings for extra protection (or something like that).
Encounters with the local wildlife.
Okay fine, so it was pretty chilly that evening and Theo insisted on wearing her flannel bunny costume from Halloween. And you know what? It did the trick.
Long may you burn. xx Shanan