Goodnight friends! Still on the cooler side, around 12°c and breezy. Lacy umbrella flowers trembling on the rowan trees, while all pink has faded from the cherries and white hawthorn blossoms turn slightly pink in their place as they begin to fade. Pale hazy grey with brief flashes of blue smothered by bustling wind in the afternoon, the kind of sticky brooding sky that feels like a promise of rain – and sure enough a light, tepid drizzle crept in as dusk fell.
A little stiff and achy in the joints from the gloomy, low pressure weather. Mostly recovered and on an even keel besides that, little desultory bits of crafting, drawing, food prep, but not a ton of focus to push any project far forward. A low key, cozy session with the TTRPG group rounded off the evening.
May we find time to recognise and appreciate the ways we have learned, grown and changed to become who we are today!
Image ID: Photo of a pale lilac columbine flower half hidden among the broad, dry, finely striated leaves of the wild grasses it has grown beneath.
Photo of a lawson’s cypress branch drooping under the weight of dozens and dozens of fruits hanging from the tips of its twigs, little fingertip-sized balls made of rough glaucous scales.
