our daily roll in the pollen
This is the backyard. Or as I like to call it, the pollen factory.
And this is Jackson rolling in it.
Because the stuff is everywhere. It’s kind of hard not to roll in it.
Or, you know, sit in it.
I would take this opportunity to fuss about about living in the forest, but I’ve learned to embrace specks on my lens and yellow elbows and kneecaps.