Luckily my friend Josh, who graciously drove me to this party, had his camera as well. You don't feel more like a Kansan than when you're standing in a field of sunflowers.
This blog is created to document 61 days of a summer in Lawrence, KS. It is a town that is usually crowded with crazy KU students but once summer hits and the masses at Daisy Hill move out--things get infinitely better. The townies reemerge, the sun shines early at the Farmer's Market, and its even possible to find a seat at Wheatfield's before ten o'clock on a Sunday.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
-Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
11 July 2010
(41) Days of Summer
This is what happens when you accidentally show up an hour early to parties that are in the middle of the country--you find beautiful sunflower fields.
05 July 2010
(35) Days of Summer
What a holiday! I started celebrating early with my friend from Belle Plaine, Andrew. God knows I love roaming around Barnes and Noble (I think he does too).
And then the baby came to our house. And all we did was stare at her because she is beautiful.
I think Jack was exhausted. We started calling him "Nana" because he would alert us anytime the baby cried. I half expected him to pick her up by the britches with his mouth and drag her off to bed.
While Jack took a much needed snooze, we were off to Aunt Marlies' house to see the rest of the fam.
And then the baby came to our house. And all we did was stare at her because she is beautiful.
I think Jack was exhausted. We started calling him "Nana" because he would alert us anytime the baby cried. I half expected him to pick her up by the britches with his mouth and drag her off to bed.
While Jack took a much needed snooze, we were off to Aunt Marlies' house to see the rest of the fam.
Finally--fireworks!
02 July 2010
(32) Days of Summer
Ahhh! Summer is going by too quickly! I can't believe its fourth of July weekend (but I say that every year it seems). Here are just a few highlights from being home in Wichita for the holiday.
At last, home.
We finally caught the squirrel red-handed. Now we just have to plan a counter-attack.
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