The Light Returns
Time continues its advance with a renewed speed and effort. When I was 32, it began to move in a way that I'd describe as "rapid." Now, I'm convinced that I must be slowing down somehow! It can't be moving this quickly, can it?
My daughter's feet have grown out of these- she wore them a few times late last year. They are lamb's wool from New Zealand.
The orchids in the house are responding to the change in light with a fury.
Here is what the cherry trees have to say about the light: