Finding inspiration, holding on to the things that inspire me.
I did not choose the plant life; the plant life chose me.
Nourishment for the soul and gaining a deeper appreciation for the things that make me love living.
Tried my hand at propagating my succulents. Typhoon Glenda came and took the leaves away.
Little changes happening; at work and in life.
My shoulders wiggle a little, there’s a spring in my step. You know how it is when you have a scratchy tag with no scissors in sight? It’s fucking annoying. This, this isn’t like that. I hope it lasts because holy hell, I’d like to take a break from figuring out my shit.