I haven’t written recently because I’ve had nothing to say. March in Portland is the worst time, the most miserable monotonous, where the cold, gray days mush into each other until you wake up and entire weeks have passed. On the phone, my mom asked me what I’d done for fun recently. There was a long pause. I couldn’t think of anything. Finally, I said, “I ordered a bunch of mulch.”
🪴Mulch love 🪴
🪴Mulch love 🪴
🪴Mulch love 🪴
I haven’t written recently because I’ve had nothing to say. March in Portland is the worst time, the most miserable monotonous, where the cold, gray days mush into each other until you wake up and entire weeks have passed. On the phone, my mom asked me what I’d done for fun recently. There was a long pause. I couldn’t think of anything. Finally, I said, “I ordered a bunch of mulch.”