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I put these ShinHan TOUCH markers on my Christmas wish list and J got them for me. Some of the most wildly inaccurate names I've ever seen. 🤣

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I thought it was dead or crystallizing but when I went back outside it was happily munching on the remains of a green tomato. I plucked it off and hurled it a couple yards away, too grossed out to smush it.

Told H and she said it’ll probably make its way back. (SCREAM EMOJI)

Found a much tinier hornworm on my second inspection and it is now no more.

Also the top of the plant has been PICKED CLEAN. It looks nubby and naked. 

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This day, this week, this life, this country, this world, every day, forever. Can’t even begin to articulate the horror of systematic racism, of black people being murdered for being alive, for existing, without consequence.

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I’m always dreaming about missing class. About filling up my schedule with too many classes so that I can pick the ones that I really want to take and then drop out of the ones I don’t, except somehow I forget to drop out of those, and the semester is almost over, and I’m panicking because there are so many assignments and tests and lectures and readings I’ve missed. When I wake up, I feel unsettled but also happy because I don’t actually have school, that I haven’t been a student for years, that I have two degrees. But now my self-awareness of these facts have progressed to the point that, last night or this morning, I proudly declared in the most recent dream I graduated from college AND grad school! I don’t care if I fail these classes! I don’t need them! but I was still going to community college, I was still failing these classes, there was still the dawning realization that I had somehow forgotten, kept forgetting a huge part of my life.

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I don’t remember this many irises on the square, but here we are.

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A balmy, slow, peaceful little walk this morning.

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Smitten, flowerstruck.

Today is gloomy, but these little rebels are not.

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Day 3: The other two bloomed overnight, deep cerise with a hint of wild magenta. The pink slowly leaches into cream at the petal edges.

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Found these lucky little lovelies at the farmer’s market, though. They were hiding in a bucket of irises. I learned that you need to clip away all the foliage that would be underwater because it will rot, so there is a small pile of leaves on my desk. There were bundles of delphiniums and snapdragons, too.

And a dreamy Saturday morning walk, with a glazed twist donut. Just the perfect temperature.

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Just a few in the wild today.

All the rest, still tightly curled, blush pink Brussels sprouts. When they finally bloom, it will be glorious. (Still waiting! Waiting!)

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