Wenatchee days

A little wine on the patio


While watching the sun set view from my parent's back yard the first night we were there


The next morning my dad made biscuits from a cookbook my mother has owned since before I was born

And notice the burner marks? She and I have that in common. I've burned/destoyed many a plastic item by setting it atop a burner that was still hot...

We ate breakfast on the patio overlooking the river

P. ate a huge amount of cherries and then had a small meltdown

As someone else I know has wondered, don't you sometimes wish you could cry like this and have everyone rush to accomodate you?