and this is why i can't spend...spend...time writing. because it Takes time. it Takes time that i want to be stitching. the writing...well....it is what it is but i need to leave that to others who love it. who love it like i love making cloths. so...aside from the writing, the reading about the writing, the thinking about what others wrote, this is what i have at the end of the day
how amazing. the Young Mimosa is going to bloom. the Mother Mimosa that was severely damaged but lived from the Winter a couple years ago has NO blooms. She continues. but no blooms. this young one...YES! which tells me i still know almost Nothing about the lives of the Plant People. and as dusk comes so does a Storm...and it feels like a day just disappeared.
