The Sleeping Giant

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

far from nana's







have been drinking sweet tea out of a mason jar, listening to gillian welch, and making a (very messy and experimental) strawberry shortcake...

south (and my nana), i miss you today!
Posted by jami and chuck at 12:43 PM

1 comment:

Syd said...

It definitely looks good!!!

May 23, 2010 at 4:46 PM

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We were pleased to find our new home nestled in the mountains, the landscape literally breathing, humming to be exact. We met her at dusk. With the curves and the strength of a mother, she towers over Helena. She has truly and lackadaisically seen it all. She watched as a town, drunk off of hope, arose at her feet. She slumbered when the gold mines and cathedrals were abandoned, when the deer began to re-inhabit what was rightfully theirs all along. We instantly related to her, this “sleeping giant,” whose name summed up the possibilities of who we could become here, both ready to make our lives much richer. It is here, under her wise disinterest, that we plan not to start over, but awaken together and daily breath in deep gulps of her mountain air.
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