Hey so this dandelion wine is turning out nicely. This is the second bottle of five – opened the first one when the news networks called it, and it wasn’t quite ready then. This batch is better when served room temperature, which is apparently odd for a white wine. I’m picking up on some floral notes, with a surprisingly high alcohol content for the amount of sweetness present. Tastes like what freshly cut lawn in the summer smells like, almost, if you could bottle that smell.

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I’ve been walking down this road for roughly 21 years, if you count all the times in the strollers, and this is the first time I’ve taken a picture that actually captured what it feels like to be there at night in the winter. This picture reminds me of that long road at Auschwitz. That thought gives me chills. Maybe it’s the perspective.

Twenty two years of my dad and my mom and me and sometimes even my sisters have walked this road. That’s a lot of leftover footprints. That’s a lot of our soul stuff, in that dust.

Just leaving some photos here for the evening and can’t really sit here and write for too long. I just wanted to post these because I really like them.

I hope it’s a good night. 🌙