waking up and walking through a silent house even if for just a few moments, helps me breathe. light gently entering the room. a sleeply girl. the growing sweet potato plant. coffee and a cake made by sis.
“His mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning.”
colecção da semana passada que trouxemos para dentro. para desenhar e para colorir algumas das mesas do Shire.
growing roots is sometimes effortless, but mostly it takes time. growing roots in the right soil is even harder.
when fragility meets resilience.
these forms, these shapes. how perfect.
because wild flowers around the house make me smile.