I’ve been going through old photos, trying to decide how organized they are and if they’re backed up adequately. (Ummm and nope, in case you’re wondering.)
This is from 2014.
It was not the best year of my life.
But somehow, in the midst of all the completely insane and demoralizing situations that popped up, I managed to grow some poppies.
Four years later, I am still kind of shaking my head in wonder.
And I’m like WHERE IS MY PRINT OF THIS DO I EVEN HAVE MY OWN PRINT OF THIS IT’S NOT UP ANYWHERE IN MY HOUSE.