It is past the middle of July, and there have been perhaps two or three properly warm days in the river valley so far this year. This feels strange, and I get the sense everything around me—birds, plants, insects—also sense things are a little strange. The two raspberry plants we put in have completely given up.
That is why I cling to radical optimism. “Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
Thank you for this.
All of this! ❤️🔥
Thank you as always for putting into words the many ways I’m feeling! 🙏🏼