and these baby dinosaurs in a nest in a tree:
We tried to take some "Help! I'm being eaten by a T-Rex!" pictures, but I think I look decidedly less afraid than I would if a T-Rex were actually about to sink his claws into my soft flesh, and I think that James looks like he's starring in Godspell. He's got the jazz hands down.
Of course, who knows what you would actually do if you were at the mercy of a dinosaur. Maybe you would start singing Broadway tunes (who is the land for, the sun and the sand for, oh yes, it's all for the best!)
Thus:
There's a really pretty Oriental garden there, too. We both want to go back on not a Saturday afternoon and find a quiet spot for reading and writing. (I'm currently, yes STILL, reading GWTW. I'd give it up, but you don't get 570 pages into a 735 page book just to STOP reading it. It's good, and I will be glad to have read it, but I wish it would BE OVER ALREADY. I've been living in that world for 3 months now and if it doesn't end soon, I'll be working the land in a hoop skirt). The garden:
Just as soon as I said, "This place needs a koi pond," lo and behold:
James said he wants to construct such a place in our backyard. By the time we get a backyard and have our very own zen garden, I'll be back from driving my carriage back and forth to my mills in Atlanta and will be able to enjoy it. (See GWTW above).We don't have fall colors, sadly, but we do have pumpkins:
and while I miss the fall colors, we've both decided that the fact that James hasn't pulled out his hoodie yet and I'm still in short sleeves might be a fair trade.I like this picture of James. He's a cute boy.
And just when you thought I had ceased to exist, here's proof that you're wrong:
I'm off to drink some acai berry tea. My accupuncturist in Asheville told me that it's good for my kidney pulse. What's good for my kidney pulse is good for me. Happy trails.
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