We took a drive today—a spontaneous outing. We headed north along the Hudson River and visited a number of different towns along the way. One of them was Cold Spring where we found some of the greenest, most plush grass I’ve seen in years. It was Emory’s first experience with real grass, (and by real grass I mean grass not covered in trash or drunk hobos).
I took this family portrait.
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