What’s it like inside your head?

As always, when these two come up:

This is turned to obscure the rest of the label, because it gives the date. It’s from the June eruption, which blew south, not the May eruption, which blew east. But we swept this up off my porch.

I love this story, but it serves as an excuse to post this photo I took in 2014 that sums up my feelings about New Hampshire

This should hopefully provide a little clarity on the likely reason for 1 AM drums

Your seasonal reminder of my favorite NYT Style photo of all time (followed by the reason why):

Toddler flipped through her new coloring book to leave it on this maze, which is now giving me anxiety every time I walk by it.

This showed up at my house last week and my toddler is already playing with it.

Abandoned at birth and raised by a family of shorebirds, William Wonka travels to the big city with plans to open a candy shop, to make up for a childhood eating only raw fish.

The Boy and the Heron: Wonka Migration

Support your local selkie tailor!

Did not realize this is what I was ordering when I asked for “blood punch.”

However many markers like this you imagine the Boston area has, I can assure you there are many, many more.

My new neighborhood has rabbits and also this fairy ring and I’m terrified I might someday discover what happens if the former hops into the latter.