saturday || week 43

“We see the span of her life unspooling in colorful threads and we chase it, wrapping it around our hands as more tumbles out. She’s her mother’s age now. Double her age. Our age. You’re our mother. We’re climbing inside of you.” 
― Brit Bennett, The Mothers

today :: 
i cut back the rest of the flower beds
go to the library
start a new book and want to underline every beautiful sentence in it
walk the dog and meet a new neighbor
capture the heron in flight (even if it is not very good) 
make bread
plant a new tree
cry a little
write my middle son a love note
and find gratitude