After many seasons of wandering the secret garden behind Fuel Coffee as visitors, we are finally members of this Pea Patch. Sagan harvested this carrot all by himself – they said it was one of the best they’ve ever seen from this patch, which tends to not get much sunlight. Just the same, I find it completely dear, and love how small and cobbled together it is. Looking forward to many garden adventures together here :)

Nocturnal flowers, watered by tears, reflected in the glass. How do these wandering stars find one another, here in the blackness of night? The answer proceeds the question, here in this eternal Spring, where dreamers such as we at last can bloom.

I’ve been letting the boy play with the new iPad from work for a little while on most days – he’s got several games he likes, but none as much as Minecraft. This led to what I consider a critical revelation in regards to awareness of self, games, etc.: He’d been playing in straight POV mode for quite awhile, when one day recently he accidentally turned on the “third person” view, where you’re provided with a character to move around inside the game.

“What’s this guy?” he asked.

“That’s you, buddy – that’s the guy you’re pretending to be in the game. He’s your avatar.”

There was a pause, then, “OHHH – that’s *me*. I’m in Minecraft, doing all this stuff!”

Up until that point, I think he was seeing everything in the game as sort of a video, which would change slightly every time he pressed the screen. Realizing that it was himself the whole time, interacting with this pretend world, blew his wonderful little mind. He totally digs the concept of the avatar, and has been playing around with it ever since. For instance: watching him walk around in a somewhat robotic way, I ask, “What are you doing, buddy?”

“I’m my avatar, walking around in this room, doing things.”

This is what happens when you select “Let’s Dance” at Rockbox. THAT’S A LOT OF DANCING

Sagan so loves his Uncle Jason. On the days he comes over (usually Fridays after work), if I come home first, Sagan will shout down “UNCLE JASON IS THAT YOU?”

“No buddy, it’s Daddy.”

“Oh. I thought it was Uncle Jason.”

Dre and I had a bit of a misadventure tonight – he’d just assembled a bicycle for himself, and we set out for a night ride to Golden Gardens… but only made it as far as University Bridge, because of an issue with the aforementioned assembly :)

Ah well – it was still a fun night together, even though we had to walk the bikes back to Cap Hill – it gave us some time to catch up, which was nice. We grabbed a bite + drinky at Smith before we called it. Perfect!

Time to get our hands dirty again, together, in the most wonderful way; growing, together, as a family. Pics from this delightful day here.

An every day you must breathe, just breathe it all in, all the joy and the sorrow and wanting and mystery, and then breathe out peace, or freedom, whichever comes first.