All the children wore red-and-white spotted caps. If strangers came into the forest, the curled up, still as stone, for all the world like four red-and-white spotted mushrooms.
Elsa Beskow - Children of the Forest (one of our very most favorite books)
We're back from a few days of unplugging in the mountains.
It rained it hailed it hailed twice, hard in our tent It was as breathtakingly beautiful as it has ever been. And it's early still, but I'm already fondly remembering the four of us, cozy in our tent listening to the thunder echo through the mountain tops. Expect to be harassed with photos for, at bare minimum, a solid week.