The days have been inspiring.

Oh, the sun.

I want an adventure.

One that will accommodate a small passenger and her sleepy eyed guiders.

Something that could become tradition. I've always fancied the regularity of adventures. When a tradition is good enough, relaxed, not forced like christmas in Delaware or wherever you don't want to be, it becomes a very important part of you. A tradition can be a lovely thing to remember when you're sitting or walking alone, someday near or someday far from now. As a parent you get to make them for somebody else!

I smell the ocean. Yes, let's get ourselves to the salty water.

She has never seen this part of the world, this magnetic, enormous part of earth.

How many diapers? What kind of food? Will we stop to nurse twice or more? Should we stay here? Yes, that has to be the place because I see a teapot on a stove in one of the pictures and that will be necessary for a good day. I'm sensing a new tradition alright.

Happy weekend to whoever reads this rambling blog!