Deep breath.
A picnic on the back porch.
Strawberry Jam.
I read on the porch for 2 hours.
There was sunshine and rain.
The fig is bigger.
Roses were picked to make rose water.
I watched the hummingbird stretch its body out, its tail feathers were illuminated by the light.
The indigo vat is still working.
I copied Wendell Berry’s poem “How to be a Poet” into a journal.