I'm not sure why this silence has descended upon me, but I'm having a hard time finding the words that will bring me back here. I have countless unfinished posts, including several book reviews that I've committed to writing, and yet I can't seem to find the words to finish any of them. There is so much to tell - about the new house and about Peanut (who has changed so much, so quickly, so whenthehelldidTHAThappen).
But perhaps this, this (relatively) wordless post with these pictures, will be a start. Peanut, in all her sudden little girl-ness, in the beauty that is this spring, after a long and cold winter.
Walking on her own to the park.