… and our purple roses are coming out, smelling of sweet, deep perfume. I wish I knew how to take care of you, roses. But you seem to be doing really well on your own.
I love our neighbours. How good is it to be living two doors down to another four like-minded, interesting individuals? I mean, I learn so much from just being around them. And we get to have huge, delicious dinners, and hang out at the same cafes together. I don’t know. Is it luck? Is is providence? Do awesome people just attract each other like super strong magnets?
I’m glad I see the world the way I do. I hope it gets even better.