I love weather days like today. A chilly bite to the breeze, cloudy and windy and then sunny and bright. Where in the world is it like this year round?
Normally, raspberries freak me out a bit. I put one in my mouth and it feels all wrong. I taste a smell when I eat a raspberry. These berries were so velvety ripe and delicious that I got over my initial sensory dissonance and ate half of them in seconds.
I've been a bit worried about this bush. It looks sparse and sickly compared to years past. The blossoms are stunning in cloudy light. That magenta...I love.
I could have sworn the tulip tree blossoms had already fallen. Maybe this is a second harvest?
My mom likes thee flowers and I always think of her when I see them. Pretty purple lovelies.
Sometimes the ties that bind come to me in the way someone uses words to weave a "sense"...as in common sense...living sense...emotional sense...universal sense...
From the maiden issue of Taproot:
Hold onto what is good
even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold onto what you believe,
even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold onto what you must do
even if it is a long way from here.
Hold onto life
even when it is easier to let go.
Hold onto my hand
even when I have gone away from you.
---Pueblo verse
Peace and love.
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