I can't take any more in
Have you noticed?
I can't do vodka shots any more
All the worrying and the stress hormones
All the motherfucking emails
Rhizomatic notifications
Meeting invites
I call it off and go outside
Four out of twelve:
dogwood, nannyberry, witch hazel, arrowwood
Learning a new language
So far on this land I have planted hundreds of native plants (and some parsley)
Shoveled and wheelbarrowed nine truck scoops of wood chips alone
Ripped cardboard til my arms shook, adhesives coating my hands
Dozens of
green-breathing plants
in my home
The bumblebees are coming
Cute little friends
The first I've had one
Breathy
Quiet
Life is better at the lake
Feels so good
The green starry plant, once so leggy and straining, gets the sun it needs and relaxes into itself
Your body is processing so much
If you come over I'll ask you which room is most like me
