I enjoy coffee and conversation with a friend in a coffee shop, and that little piece of the world seems almost normal.
Just as I’m about to make one of my granddaughter’s discarded Disney princess barrettes part of my style, I connect with my stylist and schedule a hair appointment. I’m getting my hair cut today. (Hallelujah!)
Salad days are here again. The garden is growing—slower than normal due to unseasonably cool temperatures, but it’s growing nonetheless.
Bluebirds in the backyard. Light at 4 am. Soft pink in the morning sky. Tea. Shasta daisies. A fat, wet brush full of watercolour.
Light rain. Heavy rain. Sun through the clouds.
Quiet little things, amidst the loud and not-so-little things.
And it is good. It is good. It is exceedingly good.
When you feel the need for whimsy, do make one of your granddaughter’s discarded Disney princess barrettes part of your style. Seriously!