Took the day half off from Unlikeness. Slept in a bit, read a bit. Wrote a bit too. Then attended to a garden prolific in my negligence of it. Today’s harvest
And this evening’s meal (11:03 and it’s still simmering the liquid down)
Got some Italian sausage to pop in there before I’m done. This post has unofficially been not about politics nor about writing neither. Good night.
P.S. But here’s a image to feed the spirit
You know what it is right? what we need & hope for, goodness overwhelming.