Summer bouquet, Apple Ridge Farms. Bethlehem, PA farmers market.
At night, I try to sleep but can’t. My mind is racing with possibilities, playing out scenarios, sometimes I wake myself up talking as though someone would give a reply. There is so much to do and fully realizing how much we can do makes sleep, though necessary and desired, fade away into groggy 4am stumbles through the kitchen, scribbling notes on scrap paper and telling myself “remember this idea tomorrow, remember this idea tomorrow”.
And all the while, the world really does laugh in flowers.
