i started this post with good morning, i love you. then the day went wild, i never finished it, and now i say, good night, sweet dreams. my son asked about my mom today: who's belly was i in?... i told him gramma angie. you didn't get to meet her. why i didn't get to meet her? she died before you were born. we went back and forth about life and death and illness... cancer, specifically. it was really beautiful...; i am amazed by his sweet thought processes. he's so young... we ended on how i see her in hawks and eagles... birds of prey... she loved to fly.. probably her favorite thing. followed by her love of gardening.. she had an out of this world flower garden. we went out to our garden to plant the last seedlings and move some hoses around before our weekend road trip. right at the entrance was an owl's feather. "gramma angie!" ... i think as of today all feathers to him will be my mom... pretty special...

one of my favorite trends on nostr is the beautiful, simple sharing of a day in the life... i am pretty personally private, but i will try it out today. good morning, yummy coffee. i started a garden this year. last year we moved and had a baby, so i am really excited it exists now. it has been so much wonderful work... this morning i will go out and see if my tomatoes have taken off yet. the ground squirrels ate my cucumber plants... just. tore them from the ground. roots and all. it may be time for a cat... i will probably wait until camping season is over before committing to a kitten. but my husband is warming up to the idea. or my son and i are just breaking him down. will let you know at the end of summer... we would name it soup.

life's too short to own shitty knives.

lovely and fitting that father's day is the solstice. may you light up the sky of your children no matter the time of year. thank you for all you do and all you are, papa. ✨☀️🏔️

the hardest part of having children is finding the person to do it with. everything else is also really hard, but that's the hardest part.