



See? I've been doing stuff - honest! I just haven't been talking about it much.
I'm sure I'll find my voice again. I'm just mulling and musing.
I'm good at mulling. Some may call it over-thinking, dwelling or obsessing. But I prefer to call it by less distasteful, more benign names.
Even if they're secretly all one in the same.
P.S. Thanks to My Beloved for the most excellent photographic stylings.
6 comments:
I love, love, love that first photo. Just gorgeous.
Great photos!
I'm so jealous of your tomatoes. I was too lazy to start my own this year....sigh.
Mull away – the seed has to germinate before it can grow, right? – but I'll keep checking in to see if you're writing.
Awesome photos! I like "brooding." (I mean, I like brooding, and I like the word brooding, both)
I just wanted to say that I am lurking and thinking of you.
I wish I had something profound and supportive to say. I don't know if it helps, but I know what it is like to lose a child and not be able to have another one for many years.
I love the pics.
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