deer mountain inn

All the wildflowers were blooming - the violet Lupine on the hill, the Buttercups, the Queen Anne’s Lace outside of our cabin (which Josh had a particular affinity for, saying they look like small white clouds hovering over the ground).

It was cool enough to sit outside by the fire each morning. I journaled while Josh listened to the birds, identifying them with his new bird app (a Song Sparrow, a Red Eyed Vireo, an American Robin). Josh caught a frog.

We ate blueberry hand pies and a fresh strawberry milkshake. Snap peas and roasted radishes. We ended each evening in the lobby, surrounded by cozy wood paneled walls, sipping a small glass of port and talking about our future - as hazy and ambiguous as it is.