The butterfly corner is full of movement. I took a few minutes to watch the comings and goings of pollinators.
I felt the pressure to move along to my next task. I stayed. I’ve been rushed along since I was a child. I am gifting myself with time to notice.
The little yellow compound flowers in the middle of a pink zinnia delight me.
Tiffany read from “Lost Words” aloud at dinner.
Ande told the storyline of her formative middle school reads.
I wonder what books and words formed me.
The Amazon is on fire.