It has always taken me a long time to think of something to say, and then more often than not I say it to myself.
Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow
Hitting the reset button this morning on a new month with exciting things on the horizon.
For now, shaking out the cobwebs, taking a page from Berry’s book, and letting my words here be few.
Meanwhile, lilacs.
I sniffed lilacs in Pennsylvania. Its fragrance contrasted with the occasion of my brother’s sudden homegoing.
Ah, Marian. It’s been such a time for you. I hope the sweet scent of lilacs provided the briefest of respite amidst it all.