a few days at
H O M E
i ask myself: has it ever felt so good to be here? yes, it always does. this magical place is one of my versions of heaven. my childhood spent running through this same grass, looking up at the branches of these same oak trees, dipping my feet in the same creek...
{ t o d a y i t i s q u i e t . }
quiet except for the breeze that comes and goes, rustling the leaves from the trees and blowing them softly to the ground. it is still, peaceful, comforting, grounding.
a journal of my visit, beginning now:
fried egg, heirloom tomato, sauteed kale, onion, cannellinis, robiola
fried egg, heirloom tomato, sauteed kale, onion, cannellinis, robiola
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