sunflowers, heavy and bright, uplifting
lovely iridescent glowing, being okay with just sitting awhile
time to just soak, think of nothing, or maybe page through a magazine full of glorious colors
nearly always way too cute when sleeping
both old and modern, my stash of threads and fabrics, creatively dreaming, making gifts of warmth, remembrance to come
gentle rain and good chair
I’m trying to be ruthless, even so I don’t find too many books making it to the pile for the used book store.
new journal and old fountain pens
June is nearly over. The humidity and the heat are steadily increasing. I find myself spending more time in my studio, writing and watching the hummingbirds from the window.