I have to question whether the reason I used to post here so often and now so rarely do is that back then I really had no one else to talk to. Is this a boon or a curse? I want to write.
It's so lovely and warm here now, the leaves are out... it's easy to miss spring and lunge right into summer. I tried to get outside this year, succeeded some. I took a few pictures but never enough. I hate that it becomes a question of money.