morning pages – may

3 May Fruit and vegetable stalls begin to attract me. They remind me of markets in Bulgaria and bring me nostalgia for home. However, I already know that’s not a call to return. That’s the trap of Bulgarian summer. Its promise of eternity that can’t be kept. I don’t believe in it like I used…

summer rituals

If you haven’t read Dandelion Wine yet, please, do so before June slips away, before you wear out your new sneakers (or perhaps flip-flops) and before the apricots begin to ripen because after them, implacably, the peaches ripen and then the grapes and the figs and then September comes. This seemingly simply written but full of…