Today I wore a dress in the sunshine and embarked upon the world to buy pots in which I'll plant little herbs -- mint, for cool, summertime drinks, dill for autumn pickling, and basil for many lovely things. I stood for the first time on my the grass of my front lawn and envisioned poppies and raspberry bushes and pole beans snaking up a trellis so high.
The daffodils on the dresser are dying, but outside everything is slowly remembering how it is to breathe, to face the sun, to reach upwards and grow.
I am turning out to like the person I'm becoming this year. I'm more thoughtful, more creative. A better steward of the earth. And I'm learning to how to be more like my mom -- nurturing and talented, self-sustaining and brave.
Tonight, I'm going to try to make chili for the first time. I have plans to include all kinds of things in it that my mother never put in hers -- for that reason, mostly, I'm unsure of my success.