The chicory, rising from the seam of concrete slabs in my friend’s driveway (and always lovingly left undisturbed) is near ready to bloom. I look for it every year.
I could smell the petrichor as I immersed myself in your reading and recording.
Ohhh... what a wonderful thing to have & share! 💙🩵💙 Thank you for relaying your sensory experience of reading & listening. I know the smell you speak of. And thank you so very much, for your subscription. Your kindness will fan out over this endeavor, as well as across the ocean to Uganda. Thank you dear. 💛
The chicory, rising from the seam of concrete slabs in my friend’s driveway (and always lovingly left undisturbed) is near ready to bloom. I look for it every year.
I could smell the petrichor as I immersed myself in your reading and recording.
Thank you, Jessica! 💕
Ohhh... what a wonderful thing to have & share! 💙🩵💙 Thank you for relaying your sensory experience of reading & listening. I know the smell you speak of. And thank you so very much, for your subscription. Your kindness will fan out over this endeavor, as well as across the ocean to Uganda. Thank you dear. 💛