Sunday, This Summer
After a particularly grueling week wherein Joel recovered from a 7-day run-in with food poisoning, and Bowie's bad cough morphed into RSV, and I endured and failed a 5-hour job interview, I find the growth and beauty on Mom and Dad's property more endearing and healing than usual this Sunday evening.
I wish I could write more, but Mom is serving up homemade blackberry pie from berries picked this perfect afternoon.
I am telling you, this Seattle summer could break your heart.
Should your heart be ripe for the breaking.