waiting for the storm

Sourpusses 🐈🍋

love u all

I hope you find your way back to yourself. to the version of you that you miss, to a version of you that you recognize and identify with. I hope you meet happy again.

'pansies in a green vase,' wilson davis ellis, american c. 1954.

Oh, to be a florist...

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

~ May this year be full of wonders and joy...~

“Spring Flowers” by Stanislav Zhukovsky (1911)