flowers and rust

The days spent at my in-laws are always so peaceful.  I could sit on their front porch swing for hours, sipping iced tea and listening to the sputtering stream and the laugh of my children as they wade in the water and fish with bacon for crawfish.

Last week we made the trek out to the northeastern part of the state to work on my latest project.  I’ve been dreaming and scheming, planning and preparing for this project for months now.   So thankful the weather cooperated and the grass greened and my friends said, “yes” to my adventurous experiment.   Dreaming of Kayla, running through grass, chasing butterflies, picking her banjo…  I’ve made lists and lost sleep.   And I’m finally editing my work with love and sweet memories of a day spent in galoshes and dirty jeans with music floating across the meadows, and a little big girl I adore at the center of it all.