I love this photo...

June grew up with a pretty stellar backyard. I guess it's kind of pointless to say that Netta and Ian did too, of course they did. Now Zoey gets to soak up all those sunsets and frog sounds. There is a creek in the backyard...a nice one, and there is a feeling that there aren't many other places like this, not exactly like this, across the landscape of our lives. It's a calm and quiet place, crowded with the detritus of Grandad's enterprise and adventures, yet still, the kind of place where you can think, and dream, and hope, and pray in your own unique kind of way, however that might be. There are bee hives, and a dock that juts out into Running Creek that's at least as old as Ian. June's backyard is a Nick Drake song, and it's as nice a place as anywhere to wrap your head around life.

Maybe that's why I love this picture so much? Or maybe it's just because of who's framed inside it's borders...I dunno. It just feels good. Zoey's a pretty lucky little girl to have such magical places to build her foundation from.