I am in need of a photo (of myself) for a piece I’m working on (the terrarium piece). And I have plans to meet up with my sister-in-law, a talented photographer, at the beach on a warmish evening this week. But my March 30th deadline is fast approaching, and today I hear from two people that we might get 12 inches of snow on Wednesday. Uh-oh. Those plans I had to take a shower and wash my hair and put on something interesting and attempt to look nice, flanked by my three children . . . ? I may just have to let them go for now.
So I wrap up Wallace, throw on a hat, and we all go out into the woods on what may be our last sunny and not snowy evening before March 30th. We’re down here looking for mosses again, but before our hands are full of little green plants, I hand the camera to Jeffrey and say, “Will you take a few pictures of us, Bud?”
And, oops, I forgot to take my giant sunglasses off!