Yesterday, the inescapable notion that trump might be President again (I know. I know. You don’t want to hear it. Read this: Kagan WashPo opinion piece). This morning: back pain, fall air — fresh! — and a commitment to buy pumpkins!
Yesterday I harvested and hung the sage and thyme from the garden. CHECK. And learned how to delete albums on my phone. CHECK. Learned that Instagram reels can only last 30 seconds. OK. And, in posting a quilt to Etsy perhaps decided to stay with that platform a bit longer. CHECK
OH NO…Say it can’t be so!
That is so frame worthy, so peaceful.
Love the hanging sage/basil. My friend says we need to smudge the school 😉
I’d smudge the school IF it had fans.
(((Dee))) had cancelled my subscription to the Washington Post but resubscribed to read that opinion piece… a very tough read… strange days indeed
He said things that are never very far from my mind. So relieving in one way. Utterly terrifying in another.
I own a piece of that soft brown with white dots under the house. I might have to build a fabric house.
Or, keep going with your log cabin!
No! I can’t go there … so I look at your tower of a house and think “this house will stand”
It’s so hard to know these days if I’m a realist or a pessimist. I think the former, unfortunately.
History repeats itself .. who of us ever thought in the beginning that Trump would have ever been elected president. The impossible seems to be happening more and more. I often ask myself if my younger parents asked themselves that very question.
I think we, meaning people alive today, are being confronted with unprecedented changes, in terms of technology and climate change. As for the the fall of the America Republic? I guess that’s a very old story, one that’s been told and told again. I just didn’t think I’d be living through it.