I’ve been fairly prolific lately with art making and writing but with gorgeous summer weather calling me from the window to revel in its green and flowered beauty, working indoors or in front of a computer hardly feels fair to the soul.
Notwithstanding the insane levels of poplar tree pollen seeking sensitive throat and eyes, I’ve been walking as often as I can. I love my new phone and its divine camera, and I swing between the birdsong, renewed joy in photography, listening to psychology podcasts, and washing myself in the scent of golden ginestra in June.
Happiness is a simple yellow flower repeated a zillionfold across the hills.
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