Until the summer of 2023, the space outside our kitchen door was paved. For five years I had side-eyed it, planting garden beds in the front yard, which gets lots of sun but also lots of foot and car traffic, so all my weeding and tending and trimming was right in people’s field of vision and earshot as they walked to the bus stop. Stepping out there with a coffee in the morning or a drink at twilight felt like having a reflective moment in the middle of the street. We had gatherings, especially after the pandemic hit, in the garage and spilling out into the pavement, but though we did what we could with a basketball hoop and tarps and blankets and sidewalk chalk to make it pleasant, it’s hard to make hanging out in a parking lot feel like anything but hanging out in a parking lot. 6/26/237/7/237/10/237/26/237/31/238/6/238/8/238/15/239/4/2311/1/23
February ❤️❄️✨🦉🌕Greetings 