Grass

No longer do we need to walk two blocks to a park. No longer are we
looking for condoms, or needles, or poop in the grass before we let
her bounce around aimlessly.

Now the wonderful green stuff is just outside our front door and I'm
pretty sure Stella likes it too. She crawled all over the yard and in
the dirt and down the sidewalk while I read Eating Animals.

More on the move soon I hope...