Planted in the back yard – hope she survives. Berry and leaf decorations courtesy of the 5 year old and his cousin.
I don’t drink much, so I haven’t had one in forever. But finding stuff like this (one of many pieces of trash I’ve found floating around, lately) evokes the feeling.
At the local dock garden.
Somewhere between Rorschach and disorienting, at John Pennekamp State Park.
In Hannah’s tree.