There is peace in the summer garden. I hear the jays calling out to each other. The rise and fall of cicada. A tweeting bird. And another, another. A pedestrian passes by while on her phone and still the peace holds.
*this post because I don’t want people to worry.
Great seeing so many bees 🐝 even greater is that you’re here knowing that you’re loved …
Yes and that comes home to me every time I sit in the “new room” with the quilt you made me on my lap.