Enter July.

I have been missing the girl with the Holga. Wondering if she misses me too.
Enter July.
I get to see her this month. Maybe more than once.

My life is full of boxes and wrapping paper and new and old things. Also flowers. The flowers are bursting and blooming, and others still budding. Oregon is a mess of colors. "Lolita" and Amos fill my days. And translating into French. Also letters. So many letters have left our house these summer months. All I do is love things. Beautiful things. Relish things. Like iced coffee. Poetry. Stories about Rome. Roses. "J" words and names. Short-pants. Dirt. Tea cups. Smooth, flat stones. Foreign films. Tiny spiders. Plans to see my niece. Nancy Drew. House hunting. And trees, trees, trees, trees.
I sat in a tree the other day for the first time in a long time.
It was amazing.