Yesterday, a herd of deer on the beach. The baby and I watched as they made their way to the cabin and stopped to munch on grasses under the window. She gave a scissor-kick, laughed, and rocked herself forward. Apparently, deer are hilarious.
We said goodbye to them this morning, Joel and Jenna and smallest Elliot. Secured the doors against the wind, picking up speed. Aaron has set to breakfast. I am mixing dough. We will drive up to the fishing village later, and go for a hike through the birch forests in the rain. But at the moment, I am dreaming of walls painted white as flour.