though soon old, ripened fruits cling to limbs a breeze comes through to steal a kiss— this endless, looming summer


In our gardens

There are thorns all around us, and everything withers and dies. Look! Here it is! It's so red today!

I will write you something soon

I would like to remind you that we hear birds singing in the trees above us, and that we see butterflies at ground level. In a few days all these butterflies will be gone, and not long after that, every bird singing above us will be lying silent. That doesn't stop us hearing birds singing,… Continue reading I will write you something soon