I have local honey. 60 pounds of it.
I have jars. 72 of them.
I’ve been sterilizing those jars.
I’m going to heal our town.
I’m now the person who runs to her car to grab a sprig of sage when something stressful is happening.
Lately, I’ve been into circles. As a result, my ears are freshly hooped, with the latest addition being the sparkly one up top. (Just follow the arrow!) Also, you are in luck! The photo (miraculously) captured the rarely sighted banana-wielding Viking who lives in my ear canal! His name is Vestibulocochlear Svartkollrsson. Huge Björk fan.