A feline and some fresh air. And the channeling of my inner Forest Feast.
From the weekend. Flowers and babies. Babies and flowers. Must still be spring.
After a brief but tortuous broken-camera scare, I am happy to have my fifth limb back in action again. And happy for two new additions blooming in my tiny city garden. And happy to be basking in the loveliness that is azalea season.
Cherry-blossom-babe. It was Elliott’s destiny to be among those tiny pink petals.
καιρός (n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
The rate at which spring rushes in makes me anxious. In a good way. More magnolias.
Always very pleased to see my favorite flower come to life in my garden. A cutting for the inside, so that I can admire it a little longer.
And looking forward to a long weekend and time to reflect on a lot of exciting news that has been coming my way these days. Happy memorial day friends!