Our backyard patio is a bit of a shambles given all the rain we’ve had of late. The potted plants are struggling – drowning may be a more accurate description. A once-majestic potted banana tree looked to be completely rotted out, in spite of my pampering and care of it in our garage, where it overwintered in frost-free relative-warmth. Thankfully I spotted two little green spikes just poking through the soil, and I covered it with plastic in an effort to keep the rainfall due this weekend off of it for a few precious days.

On a recent evening, before the full moon, but not far before it, the house begins glowing as the light moves from the sky to indoors. It is the moment of dusk, often a moment of magic – when the world begins its leisurely stroll toward the slumber after the turn of a day.

Perhaps this post would be better placed nearer the evening, but on what is scheduled to be a rainy day, I’m keeping it here. May it provide a place of peace, of calm, of the tranquil promise of summer.

Things I don’t understand: guys who get their haircuts at lunch.

How do you go back to work with all the itchiness?

(This probably should have been a #TinyThread but it’s not.)

Greetings to Friday the 13th in the aftermath of the full Strawberry moon! The universe is trying us all, so I’m doing my best to focus on the peaceful and the beautiful, like the starlight in these dogwood trees, an actual reflection of the sun’s light, but it feels more enchanting to consider it echoes of starlight and moonlight. Making magic in one’s mind is the surest form of escape when faced with such a disturbing world.

This is the time of the year when it’s supposed to be lovely and full of promise, but it doesn’t always work out that way. Some years bring awful events that hit very close to home. Some years force you into terrible situations against your will, and you do what you can simply to survive as intact as possible. Some years simply remind us that loss is a part of life.

Who knows what this summer will bring? Nobody. All I know is that we have to get through it. And that we will. Together.

We have reached that part in our protagonist’s journey where he is entirely out of fucks.

No fucks left to give.

Proceed at your own peril.