I’m not an April person. It’s a hard month, mentally and environmentally for me.
Not yet warm. Not yet light. Not yet summer. I don’t function well. So I do the things I know best, even if I don’t do it well anymore.
The tiny human became more mobile than ever. Playtime became something that had to be undertaken rathern than just happen.
Old images emerged from the film of the past.
A new addition to the family, baby packing.
New images laid down. But few made.