August Playlist
The days feels like they’ve slowed down. Summer blossoms have taken their sweet time (only two dahlias are up) while the berries are almost gone. I let the vegetable/herb/tea/dyeing garden go to seed and it is truly wild. The mustard is taller than me! The best part of my day is smiling at those twinkling florets as they brush the hair out of my eyes while I breeze by.

The Fundy residency crew met up again to further develop our exhibit. I’d never say no to a road trip. Seeing and assisting with shaping what others are creating is such a deep and touching honour. I’m slowly settling into things. There’s a gravitas I didn’t invite readily but won’t outright reject. Feeling casually haunted and sitting with it while refusing to look directly at the ghost.