Before setting out to Salem yesterday, thanks to some misdirected saliva, I had a choking fit. Throat clamping shut. Air not coming in. It’s one of those experiences that is equal parts ordinary and terrifying. There I was wheezing and wheezing, Finn looking on with concern. A little later, coming out of Dunkin Donuts to an asphalt landscape under dreary skies, I thought, “this, too, is beautiful.”
About two hours later, my sister and I ventured forth into Kane’s greenhouse, which was heavenly with its moist heat and riot of color. Look at the glorious geraniums!
Her new wide windowsills will house these splashes of life perfectly. She’s good with geraniums.
Little by little.
Applies to moving. Applies to quilting.
Applies to writing.