At Home in the Seasons Workshop Info

Hey there,

I’m here with a desk full of flowers. There are yellows, corals, blushes, and deep greens. I keep running my fingers gently over the wilting roses. I know it bruises them but I can’t resist the lushness of June.

I’m musing about all that I am getting ready for our time together on Wednesday and relishing the chance to carefully read and reread poems.

Outside the garlic is asking me to check it, is it ready yet? Have the bulbs formed and turned into neat packages? Is it time to let each stalk dry?

It is verdant.

There is walking to be done.

Butter colored books to chase down inspiration.