Edited to add: I was in the middle of writing this post when I got distracted for jusssst a second and it disappeared. I thought I’d accidentally deleted it, but as it turns out, I had actually somehow managed to post it unfinished because I am a Facebook Grandmaster WAX ON WAX OFF.

I’ve updated it now with the borderline gibberish element now removed, though I am not sure what to make of the fact many people couldn’t tell the difference between my vomited, unedited nonsense and something I’d tried to clean up. IT’S FINE, THO.

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I know, you guys. I KNOW: yet more pictures of Norm walking with the dogs. I keep posting variations of these pictures over and over, but it’s just that my heart refuses to grow tired of even a bit of it. I am no less gobsmacked by any of this lush green than I was on the day we arrived. I still audibly gasp over the painted skies and how vast they are. (We could not see skies anywhere near this far-reaching in Santa Clarita, and from our back yard we could see almost none.) I marvel at the morning light and the afternoon light and the golden hour light—all differently but equally beautiful and all somehow able to make an already beautiful piece of earth even more deeply dazzling.

So when I see these souls—these precious souls I love so much—surrounded by the wonder and the healing (literally physically healing in Oreo’s sake) that is all of our trees and our grass and our flowers and our bushes and our plants and even our dirt under skies so gloriously full of clouds and colors I just cannot stop thinking, in every new moment over and over, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯.

Because it is. All of it is.