These poor, wrinkly peaches started out so beautifully at the farmers market.
Certainly not ripe. Hard. They sit in a bowl on my counter.
Maybe I should have used a paper bag.
They rarely pick the ripe ones. They do not travel well.
So you buy them just beneath ripeness and cross your fingers.
Hope they'll ripen. Discover their juiciness.
In this one, I discovered a heart.
Creating Space: Three Months of Showing Up for What's Showing Up is a daily writing practice. Turns out that a lot of this writing explores the landscape of grief. My mother died shortly before I began this writing, and this is what I'm thinking about most of the time these days.
Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.
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