the birthday plan had been that if the weather was bad, we'd watch movies all day.
but the weather was instead lovely. so we packed a faspa-style picnic, put on some layers, and headed out to explore.
from the cebolla mesa, where we ate sitting in what we decided was an old buffalo wallow. in the middle of the mesa desert, with no sound but the wind in the trees.
& then a drive up the mountains to near cabresto lake.
where we found snow. and foraged the forest for pine boughs, wild rose hips & pine cones.
later we ate burgers, and a peaches & cream crumble pie. and he fell asleep from all the pie.
he thanks me for spending this time with him, doing his favorite things for a birthday. but now I can't imagine my life any other way.
|he asked to carve the pumpkin.|
a day for remembrance of the people whose spirits are with us.
our hallowed ones.
we celebrate those at peace.
a day for all saints.
and tomorrow, the souls. dia de los muertos.
a day in which we provide light for those that still search the darkness.