I get so much pleasure out of seeing my plants grow. Probably because I so often kill them. This is just the very start of a brand new baby succulent propagate with its little itty bitty leaves.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Afternoon walks at Keele. Spring is really top notch this year
I can tell I am having an off day based on how long I spend thinking about all the different jobs I could do without ever having to interact with people