The Light Was Like This
She is the moth whisperer
my first peonies, finally
It is still a baby garden but it is growing by the hour, even as I write this
there will be so many peas, it has me giddy
here, look into my iris
“There are things you do because they feel right
and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the
real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other’s
cooking and say it was good.”
- Brian Andreas
