I find myself with little-to-nothing to say, about much at all. The grass outside the window steadily loses green, and birds visit the feeders outside the window more than they did before. The world is awash with words that mean a lot, and with words that mean scarcely anything, though it seems to me that too often it is the meaningless words that get the most airtime, that are printed on repeat and strewn about the towns and cities and wild places.
Dear Ella, thank you for the just-right words. I look forward to your book, adored Eating the Sun xx Susanna