I can't believe it's already August! Please enjoy these two lovely lavender muses bobbing their showy heads.
I think this might be Creeping Bellflower:
I spotted this brave Hasta peeping through rose thorns to bloom:
I love how flowers keep their secrets in green buds until just the right hour—
I like to imagine a dimension where I can still call her up and just. . . chat about the blue jay couple in my backyard, gripe about my persnickety roses, and laugh about silly, boring things.
I like to imagine my mother painting again, or reading Green Knowe, watching Miss Marple, hiking in a mossy forest, and cooking mouth-watering paella...
Her ashes sit silent on my desk. Sometimes, I trace a soul-shaped space in my ink for her.
I'm embarking on a new creative adventure with the launch of my weekly newsletter, The Luniferous Gazette!
Why did I choose such a pretentious mouthful for its title? I simply couldn’t resist. I would argue that words are far more glamorous with -iferous tacked onto the end like a fancy plume. Take these sassy sparklers: diamondiferous, stelliferous, splendiferous, and luminiferous, etc. I think "luniferous” elegantly alludes to the light transmitted by the moon.
You can enjoy the newsletter on cynestiamoon.com, or subscribe for free to my Substack to have it delivered to your inbox every Wednesday. But beware, the content shall vary widely by whim, so read at the risk of your own consternation and delight . . .
