Stuff from August, 2023
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on August, 2023.
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on August, 2023.
“Dada, the frog’s legs are stretched out really far! Is it OK?”
Ess and I were out in the yard, picking up birch sticks, enjoying that kind of convivial togetherness in doing a common chore. We weren’t playing a game, or pretending the sticks were giantess hair, or trying to wring anything in particular out of the moment: just being in the same place, in parallel.