monday evening musings.

as she's falling asleep, she's already thinking about breakfast.

fresh pineapple,

greek yogurt,

a drizzle of honey.

the garden is filled with floral surprises.

color at every turn.

the legacy of those who lived here before.

the good legacy.

it's hard to be a parent.

even harder a step-parent.

you never really know.

anything at all.

and perhaps that's just life.

they're still here.
i can't bear to throw them out.
they grow somehow more and more beautiful.
with each passing day.
and i can't stop photographing them.
in every light.