spent the day yesterday at the farm. it was beautiful.
the pond is full of frogs and toads and tadpoles and apparently dead newts as well.
look! baby pigeon! it was cute without actually being all that cute.
this is ally. she looks silly.
there are over a hundred bats that live in the walls and ceiling of the old house that fly out after sunset, it's pretty gosh darn cool.
this bike was bequeathed to me. it's tiny and pink and has one of those horns for honking. so much fun...
one day, i'm going to have a little house out in the country with an orchard out back, a couple of dogs running around, and some honeybees. you'll all get invited over to help harvest the peaches and such, and we will lounge around in hammocks drinking apricot tea.
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there's a bob dylan song called maggie's farm, but it's kinda negative
now you can post again!
(according to cynda's theory, which this very post disproves. (did you guys end up at seaside when you went to the beach? (lame.)))
not that there's anything wrong with seaside, but we almost always go to cannon beach. it has a taffy shop, a big rock, and an arguably less-lame name.
I liked Cannon beach a lot.
Maggie will you make me muffins?
..And Polish pancakes??
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