image via helloneest
A Sunday morning in France. Not Paris, not the city, but a village. I love gray mornings. M told me that when he was little his family lived on a farm in Stillwater with goats; they had a dog who thought he was a goat and slept in the same pen. If you weren't careful, the goats might get cheeky and butt you into the electric fence. M said it stung a bit. I love this picture - it reminds me of him.