a day started in moving boxes and bustling a bit. a moment taken to cut the lilacs, smell their sweet scent, and to breathe in calm. a good moment. a creative moment. a moment to restore & renew.
With our scotch broom blooming, I stop to scoop it up in my hands and literally bury my face in it. The smell is Spring. I have to watch out for all the bees that have the same idea, though!
feast day.
With our scotch broom blooming, I stop to scoop it up in my hands and literally bury my face in it. The smell is Spring. I have to watch out for all the bees that have the same idea, though!
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