not mine
This is what I intended to post last week after we returned from Maine, but had to spend time instead fixing a broken site. Then I felt so compelled to voice the bold bring it on and felt so accomplished (I did?! Didn’t realize it meant that much) I ‘had to write about it.’
where were we?
NOT MINE, although I would 💓 to have these beauties in my garden! It is someone else’s garden, which she brings into the house because it is so bountiful. There are fresh flowers in vases of all sizes on counters and tables, and just being inside the house feels bright. Is it brighter, or does it ‘just’ feel brighter?
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