all i can think of is flowers as of late. sweet smells, blooming white gardenias and pots of pinks. getting up at seven am to haul buckets and squeeze sunflowers and lavender and succulents into the back of her purple truck. getting paid in bouquets and bakewell tarts, and what am i really going to do with the rest of my life/september is coming quick.
enjoying whatever kind of summer this is, i miss canoes on lakes, but ocean waves will do nicely.