The little blueberry bush is overcoming its cold transplant: the leaves which turned burgundy after planting are fading and vibrant new growth is mainly green as the weather and soil both warm up.
I’m grateful these past few difficult days for remembering to live: to find beauty, joy, and meaning in the smallest quotidian things, and to be grateful for each breath I am granted, holding life in one hand even as I hold grief in the other.
The first week of aiming for twenty fruits and vegetables, or rather thirty different plant foods in a week, has been interesting. No time to tally tonight, but I did have fun sticking arugula into anything I could. Like this cheese sandwich.
Where’s Wren? Under the covers, lying on my belly.
A reminder to live will never go amiss. Thank you, dear Rita. And a sweet photo of sweet Wren also never goes amiss ❤️
Thanks for the reminder that life and the will to live persists. (Even and perhaps especially the life of sourdough starters!)