author
-
pastures new.
The month of August conjures a certain kind of joy that only mid-summer can provide. Wildflowers. Warm days. Cool evenings. Misty mornings. Harvest vegetables. Hazy, sunshine filled days. Drives through the country with the windows down. The low angle of the sun in the evenings. That mild, earthy mid-summer smell in the air. The whisper… Continue reading
-
the girl on the hill.
It is midsummer. The yellow & burnt sugar glow of the evening light permeates the corners of my home. It casts shadows against the fresh grey walls & salt-scrubbed floorboards that bring me refuge from the movement of the world. The space between sundown and nightfall is where I do my best thinking, and without… Continue reading
