Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Wind is Crying

After three glorious heat wave days, the fog has returned and with it the wind whistling in our one original 1950s window. Eating her dinner, Claire tells me, "the wind is crying, Mommy."

(The paper plate, odd island placement, and microwave mac & cheese are by-products if our full-scale kitchen renovation.)

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