I am sunburned and sore. the sun has broken invisible promises and nobody cares the way we used to. I want to stretch out into an autumn that hasn’t come and be good to myself. Breathe in and out. For years of indeterminate seasons, for each set of footprints, and the color of the air as golden as the rays and all of the ways in which we all had something that was more than ourselves.
the most beautiful mountain weather, the bluest sky, the sun and the shade.
banana cream pudding, hotdogs and hamburgers, bacon and chili
curled up with books the whole weekend
last visit to the garden this year - my favorite memories - cutting beautiful dahlias, hydrangeas, daises, cosmos, ferns and arranging bouquets together.
shopping trip in town: best sale, half off everything: vases, cloisnette blue bird, dragonfly ornament.
little naps every afternoon
the last of the season, the bittersweet change of seasons, catching the last glimpse of summer and the first glimpse of fall.
this won’t mean anything to you, but they are the snippets of where i feel most alive, surrounded by the walls of the carolina mountains. everything resonnates in my heart with the echoes of canyons. my heart is still but my mind is reeling from every season, every feeling, every reason. i am desperate to capture the beauty of the sky stretched even taller than the mountains, blues and pinks and greys. the garden that has quickly come to hold part of my heart, among the dahlias and hydrangeas are the leaves of my own future dreams. no photograph or pen can do nature justice.