Buggy

Now I remember why I don’t like summer in the Santa Cruz mountains. The heat is bad and all but the real torment is the bugs. Bugs of all shapes, colors and sizes. Flying ones, crawling ones, biting ones, etc. I am firmly convinced after living up here for the better part of six years that people weren’t meant to live in nature. We should build clean little cities and stay the heck away from woodland critters.

But, anyway…

Before I end for tonight, for my parents, a bunny picture:

Kuipo on our entryway chair