Four days of summer got slipped into the end of winter. Manic grins, everyone is capturing the giddiness in their throats through panoramic videos of sun drenched shorelines. We canceled our trip to Mexico, relieved and excited to enter the island-spring with a focus on permaculture and upping the vibes of our home. Investing what we would have spent on accommodation alone into seeds and dirt will be reaped for months and years to come.

It’s a funny thing to mourn unshot photos of imaginary memories from a trip not taken.

Mabel won’t nap in her crib during the day but I can sometimes trick her into her car seat to separate our bodies. Yesterday I jumped into the glacier fed lake down the road and she was horrified, immediately bursting into tears. I think she is so energetically tied to me that the cold shocked her while she perched warm in dads arms. She is sleeping so well at night that I feel bad mentioning it to other Mums. Everytime she wakes up in the morning she is noticeably bigger, a whole new version of self- grinning, thrilled to start a new day.

Today I had an iced coffee and started calendula seedlings that I was given two years ago. My skin is crispy from the sun days and I keep remembering that it’s not July.