This happens periodically. Amy & I will glance up from our work to see a giant palm tree, or a Hollywood sunset, or a blisteringly hot day in... November. To a couple of East Coast gals, that's pretty weird.




But we're managing. xox
p.s. Gratuitous hay bale shots, courtesy of one uncommonly brisk day at Impossible Acres last month. Penn calls this place "Possible Acres."
Awesome pictures! I particularly love the one where the hay bale is eating the baby. :-) Also--F. looks so happy in that last shot.
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