June was…I don’t really have the words. I managed to get out and take some pictures. Which, to be honest, is pretty important for my mental health.
So I’m just going to share some of the things that ended up in my folder for June.
Each pic has a story. Like the roses I saw at the gas station with the two bums sitting on the curb. Or the ugly blue spruce stonecrop that faithfully comes up every year. Or just local fields that I appreciate. Wildflowers are so underrated. These things sustain me.
I hope you are finding your joy.