Under the moss

Long afternoons with cousins.

Endless tables of food.

Huge piles of cut grass and moss that became ammunition for messy games encouraged by a mischievous uncle.

Running 'til you can't run. Eating 'til you can't eat. Laughing 'til you can't laugh. Crying because you're tired and you don't want to go home.

These are some of my joyous memories.

And now she's making her own.