Goodnight friends! Very open and bright, a warm sweet bustling wind kept scattered clouds rolling and the sun from being a totally still scorching presence, but the blue of the sky was still dizzyingly sharp. Shaggy hawksbeards, purple and gold flecks of vetch and meadow peas, the brilliant white mirrors of ox-eye daisies, all swaying in a silvery green eyebrow high pool of meadow.
Cold-like symptoms about the same, basically my regular symptoms dialled up plus stuffed and aching sinuses and a ragged throat. Trying to pace extra carefully, but apart from all the sniffling much of my life is governed my the rhythm of recuperation anyway, so I’m pretty good at being semi-functional and bored, waiting it out. Very hard to tell if this is an actual fresh virus or an uncommon full viral relapse, either would make sense as a delayed whipcrack reaction to my busy early summer.
May we heal amd grow through moments of compassion and self-forgiveness today!
Image ID: Photo of bright sunlight falling across a scarlet pimpernel flower, a small, remarkably vivid citric reddish orange cinquefoil with a deeper red centre against the broad cross-cross stems of wild grass around it.
Photo of a rose-of-sharon in full bloom, five broad yellow petals almost overwhelmed by a wild, voluminous spill of long red-tipped filamentary stamens.
