The truth is, we forgot her birthday. Oh my.

I woke up on the sofa, the morning light slowly gathering through the windows, the sound of the creek, of birdsong, of another day spilling in.

Sleeping with the windows open, waking to the twitter of birds, watching as green slowly colors the land

On the dining table is a large, round, brass and silver dish full of blooming hydrangea and muscari bulbs. On the kitchen counter is a Mason jar with soaked fenugreek seeds inside

The thing about January is, it gives you time to think.