Some memories of the weekend.
Madison, Lily and I went up to Paonia, the little hippie town I used to live in, for a few nights.
We stayed at my grandparents' farm, drank cider at a bluegrass concert in an orchard, and embraced our grimy, Chaco-clad toes.
All I've wanted to do lately is wear my comfy elephant hippie pants and Chaco sandals and groove to folk music and lay in fields, so this weekend was perfect for that.
Now I just have to make it through finals and the last few weeks of torture before heading off to Berlin for the summer. School is getting harder and harder to care about.
Hope everyone is well!