I can’t seem to shake this feeling of dread, this the-world-is-f***ed-up dread. But I am able to appreciate things, like this beautiful sunset. The wind brought in our first frost too Wednesday night: little glittering bits on the pumpkins, and look at the tiny damage it’s done to the seeding basil. One little blackened leaf. It’s like a stay of execution, you know?
I hope to be out of this funk soon.