So following are some random pieces of our little life.
Every night the beer comes in; every morning the beer goes out. The simple rhythm of this routine pleases me. The overnight temperatures are too cold for the little kegs to stay out but natural chilling during the day and making space in the laundry room/pantry work for us. [I guess I should insert here that Mr. Bubble is a brewer. He is working out recipes and hopes to someday open a nano-brewery. In the meantime, the tasting is fun!] Here is the beer out. You'll have to wait for nightfall to see the beer in.
|Sunset with icicles.|
|Full moon over fields.|
|Lamb chop ohm.|
|Walking it back up, to ride down again.|
And not all moments are captured in images; there are words for collecting too.
For example, the oft-uttered, "Poodle, let's play!"
or my favorite of late:
"I'm having trouble sleeping at night; Saturn is SO bright this week!"
I always try to hold onto the little moments, because nothing lasts: