You know how it is. 18 hours of homework to catch up on AND the sink is full of cheese encrusted bowls AND you've got to back up your hard drive cuz it's only got .5 GB left AND the dirty clothes mountain is hollowed out from the cats making caves into it.
Still, we jumped out of the house and went to the maize maze at Rio Grande Community Farm.
This pic reminds me of this time my bff, Robin, and I made a secret little house among the tall Pennsylvania timothy grass. And we brought our baby dolls into the house and put them to sleep under woven grass blankets. To get out, you'd have to crawl under a long canopy of feathery plant stems. No one would ever find us.
Marc and I totally do mazes differently. He likes to intently follow the map and know his exact location (he was probably secretly carrying a GPS in his pocket) and I like to get entirely lost and make a hundred wrong turns and go in circles for hours.
Hey, remember that time we got lost in Moriarty's corn maze for an hour and everyone was crying so dad was like 'everyone! single file! i learned how to solve corn mazes in boyscouts. haul out.'? Then we got out in fifteen minutes? Awww, dads crack me up.
The maze was pretty small. Isn't that a-maze-ing? yuk yuk yuk (seriously kill me when i start making these jokes irl.)
Hello, Sandia!
Fall in the southwest really should get more coverage. It's dry and sunny and cold. There's red chile hot chocolate and warm potato green chile soup. The leaves turn gold and yellow. The whole day is a sleepy, sun-soaked afternoon.
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