Broken ladder:
Unruly vines:
Purdy flowers:
Broken sidewalk:
Clover:
Water gun:
Water ballon remants:
Wild beasts:
My mom’s childhood scooter & working shovel:
Side of our vinyl-sided house:
Recently painted front porch which absolutely whatsoever does not match the rest of the house:
Kerosene lantern burned while we swing:
on this porch swing made by husband’s great-grandfather:
I love my life. It will never fit into a “proper” magazine. It is unkempt and improperly matched, much like my front yard. My husband is the bird who built the nest yesterday. “He just couldn’t resist a little splash of color.”
amanda ∞
