Yesterday I had an idea for this newsletter that I think worked out to be about wanting. But sitting outside right now, on a perfect day after a week of sweltering, I'll be honest, it's hard to connect with that. The bluejay is creaking like a door hinge, the pond in the park across the street is giving off a distinctly low tide smell. The dog is passed out in a spot of sun. Some of my wildflowers have toppled over, but a new wave is blooming. It was an envelope of anonymous mixed seeds, so each flower is a surprise.
triple threat
triple threat
triple threat
Yesterday I had an idea for this newsletter that I think worked out to be about wanting. But sitting outside right now, on a perfect day after a week of sweltering, I'll be honest, it's hard to connect with that. The bluejay is creaking like a door hinge, the pond in the park across the street is giving off a distinctly low tide smell. The dog is passed out in a spot of sun. Some of my wildflowers have toppled over, but a new wave is blooming. It was an envelope of anonymous mixed seeds, so each flower is a surprise.