You know how you wake up some mornings, the bad dream running laps in your brain, telling yourself it’s not real, but you carry the hangover of free-floating anxiety in your satchel of woes, which, most days, you can set in a corner, say, There, there
Tomato joy 🍅🍅🍅
Thanks for the reminder, Jan. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank YOU, dear Eve!
This poem was exactly what I needed today. All hail the tomato and all her plant friends!
Thank you, dear Holly!