breathing underwater
I’ve let some things slide, this place is one of them, as we are hosting a friend who is grieving the loss of her mother to cancer, and cannot be in the family home (which we are helping to clean and clear and sell), so she has come here to heal, with her two little dogs, who are also missing their grammy. Here’s Poncho on grammy’s blanket:
Still looking after the garden (my husband is so sweet, with all the work being down at A’s house, he asked if I was still able to tend my plants here). Bees who are cold and wet can’t fly, so first thing in the morning I warm up the stragglers who never went home, and the very next day after my bumbler pic, I got this amazing portrait in the mail from my friend Theresa, who calls me the “Bee Whisperer”, and couldn’t help but see the synchronicity!
