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Mother: You're 18. You can do what you want.
Daughter: So I can run away?
Mother: No. You're 18.  You'd just be leaving.
Daughter:  Oh!

This will be Olivia's conversation with her mother in fifteen years.  One never knows what will come out of her mouth at any given time.  One day when I was out on the back porch watching the children play, Olivia came up to me, fluffed her long, curly locks and said, "I have all the hair I need."  She gets so excited with life.  Out of the blue, she'll exclaim, "Pau Pau, we have trees!!!" or "Pau Pau, I have ducks!!!"  It was as if she had just opened her eyes and discovered these things for the first time.  Through the eyes of a child......what a world.

Olivia with all the hair that she needs.


 We put the hummingbird feeder out, Sofia set up her camera and tripod and waited patiently for the HB to show up.
Jim did this science experiment with Sofia.
 Hayden showing me how to make pizza.

Awoke at 4:10 this morning......................couldn't sleep so took my coffee out to the porch in the 60 degree air and listened to the coyotes howl and yip up in the hills.  As soon as the sky begins to lighten, bird songs fill the forest and the coyotes become quiet. 



Comments

ralph said…
that first photo is just stunning. and not because i made her! :) she's very simply beautiful. she's going to need it, too! as soon as she opens her mouth and puts up her fists, she's gonna alienate folks, so she'll have to rely on her looks!

oh god, i hope not!

she got a haircut today. the first ever in her whole little life. she did great. i've saved the hair.

i've seen the hummingbird a few times since you left. still only that one.
June 20, 2012 at 6:36 PM
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