I cannot write of things which even impassioned breath cannot utter. Autumn is coming with its days of gold, its days of reverie and of you—oh, such delightful hours that my heart burns within me at the anticipation.
Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens
(He published an awesome book of love letters)
(He published an awesome book of love letters)
Morning all. Fall weather has arrived here in Brooklyn, and none too soon. I've had my fill of the heat and humidity. I absolutely love going for walks in this weather. Hopefully I'll be able to fit in about 30 minutes every day. I've been so busy with my studies that I am burning myself out. So tired all the time. Have to ease up some and allow more time for recreation. I've always been a workaholic and a perfectionist with my work, and now I find myself doing the same with my studies. Not good.
So I had to get rid of my herb garden in the kitchen window. Tried several times this year, but
once sprouted they all died. Not enough sun in the window since they
built a huge monstrosity of a building that blocks all of the sun except for
the 30 minutes it is high in the sky. In their place are these low care
succulents which do well in indirect sunlight. I paid $25 for the lot of them from Amazon and received some nice healthy plants. The middle one already has a baby.
Had two cans of this organic basil so figured I would give it a try.
Today is going to be a quiet day. This morning I am off to the library to print out a few things I need for class, then heading back home. I picked up some September issues of magazines on Sunday and I plan on just spending the day lounging about. My body is telling me that that is what it needs, and if we don't listen to our bodies, who will? Learned that lesson the hard way.
Have a good one.