While at my dad's this weekend for V's birthday party, we meandered around outside for a while. They live way out in the country on some really beautiful land.
I love this old fencepost.
Is it possible to be in love with a fencepost?
Or maybe it's just that lovely green I adore.
And bits of things left behind.
The actual story of this fencepost isn't as nearly as interesting as the story I could have made up about it, if I had the time today. It's not even really as old as it looks.
And then there's this little bit right here.
Roaming around outside in the chilly breeze - she doesn't mind the cold. She's the one I'm spending my time with today - and she's a lot more interesting than any story I could make up.
I'm definitely in love with her.