Searching for Purpose and Finding Grace. That post made me a little sad because it made me remember all of the things I love that are soon to be gone. Today I decided to do a companion post that might help me feel a little better about leaving.

Summertime is always the best of what might be. On this day, we enjoyed some watermelon on the grass while my son ran around just before it started raining. I wanted to capture the details of his dirty face and hands.

Music is what feelings sound like. About me, in a sea shell. Ideas of an inquisitive intern. Summer musings of a soon-to-be language teacher. Afterschool fun in La Ladrillera.

The garden challenge and the pond. The garden challenge is learning to dance in the rain. Happy Days to all my people.

Making our home in the heartland. So here we are, T-3 weeks and some change to my due date, and the nursery is coming together. Ours were a little more involved. Then, Josh began stripping the paint from the baseboards, door.

Never let the facts spoil a good story. There are a few pieces of railroad tie, rocks, a straw bale, and a couple other random odds and ends out in the chicken run, and sometimes when I go out there I roll one over. The chickens are immediately alert, waiting, their eyes on me.

Nestled between the beautiful lofty ranges of the Himalayas, lies the Naldehra hill station. The blue skies, lush green forests and an occasional rainbow thrown in makes the place look like it has been painted on a canvas. The most popular adopted route is the Bhanrlour-Hadsar-Manimahesh route which involves a 13 kilometers track from Hadsar village to the Manimahesh Lake.