as i lamented yesterday on instagram, this bouquet was gathered under duress, from a drainage ditch, in fading light, at the end of a day full of “shoulds,” and sorely lacking in “wants.” it involved a lot of toyota dealership, and no puggle walking. a lot of dishwashing and driving, and very little contemplative gathering. a lot of below freezing and very little southern france. a lot of physics homework and very little talking to my hubby. it is testimony to the charmed stage of life i find myself in that a day spent driving my beloved son to and from school, running a few errands, cooking a nice taco dinner, contributing a photo to my blog, and sitting by a fire after dinner could be perceived as a sort of trial. i expect exactly zero sympathy.
november stems: milkweed, staghorn sumac, and two others unidentified
from the parking lot drainage ditch on hwy 61, white bear lake, minnesota
¡Pero ha merecido la pena!
Los protectores de plagas incorporados en el código genético son sustancias producidas por la propia planta.
I’ve loved you/your work for a while now. This just makes me love you even more. Not in a creepy way, I promise.
You’re the best. Thank you for giving even after the ways of the world were working against you.