This is one of those pictures that I didn’t get at first. Then suddenly I felt its weight. There is a moment – the space of an unseen line – where freedom is still possible, however precarious, and the choices are right there in front of us. Branches? Or bars?
06.30.13 and baby makes…100?
Near the cabin there is a sandpit that we visit daily. It is a treasure trove of cool nature discoveries from tadpoles and red foxes to wildflowers and insects. When I spied this weird, bumpy spider, Sawyer guessed right away that it was covered with eggs. And, sure enough, when I leaned in, I could see the individual eggs mounded on the spiders back!