Convalescing from heartache, Rosie and I and the kids- and my mom, as of yesterday- are at the beach, mourning the loss of my Grandma- more about that here- and finding ease in the place where we spent so much quality time together.

We are waiting for this time to end, or at least, to become bearable. To have our eyes adjust to the world as it is now, and to forget how out of place we are here.

In the meantime, the chickens give us things to do, and reasons to come away from our grief, and we're making this the vacation it was supposed to be, for them.