Wild tomatoes, peppermint and decorating time

Writing about January on February.

I have experienced the coldest and windiest night of my life so far in a tiny house outside the city. This body of knowledge and flesh clearly isn’t cut out for this shit. Reminder to self not to suffer again like that.

On-getting older:
I’m intrigued by it. Not bad at all. So far. My younger me would think I’m kinder, smarter, and funnier and would be amused how I got here. She’d be proud. I think my goal in getting older is just to impress the younger me. If I met myself like five years in the future I want to be like “HOT DAMN, HOW ARE YOU SO NICE. ARE YOU ME???? IMPRESSIVE??!!!”

Picking wild tomatoes:
The cutest tiniest things. I’m in love.

Peppermint tea:
Freshly chopped. Aesthetically pleasing transparent teapot. Fragrant. Friends. Small teacups for small hands. Cold weather. Good times.

Small moth on a bed of unharvested lettuce:
Yay for biodiversity, my pretty pollinator.

Thank you list:
• Touching soil. Planting vegetables. Hearing farm people talk about their devotion to keeping the soil healthy because it’s the building block of the entire cycle of planting and harvesting.
• Sunset gradient framed by the coconut trees with the moon above it
• The primitive beauty of a big fire. Mesmerizing. This one from a bonfire made me feel sympathy for moths. I too, wouldn’t mind dissolving towards something beautiful and violent.
• Black chicks. My uncle’s friend in the tiny home kept a bunch of chickens. Seeing the chicks roam around and follow their mother was adorable.
• Old men keeping a garden of orchids. It’s a nice juxtaposition.
• Rice coffee. I extremely underestimated their potential.
• Bagel with cream cheese and some ham and some lettuce. Early morning breakfast. Perfectly toasted, crisp outside, chewy and soft inside. I again, underestimated the bagels’ potential.
• Gray cat poised majestically on the breakfast table backlit with the morning sunlight
• Freshly cut edible flowers
• Friends meeting my uncle and having just enough discombobulation to keep the night interesting. The art of asking simple almost silly yet profound questions is always entertaining to me. His anecdotes border madness and genius.
• Reminder that there’s a knowledge only graspable through practice. Uncle echoes this when he says the best way to engage with him is through projects and not conversations. Doing things > thinking things.
• The way light falls on glass, specifically wine glasses and chandelier on a dining table after a meal with friends, after I took a nap, with the light only coming from the kitchen. Every glass was lit by the warm glow of the kitchen light behind the dining table. It looked like a still life painting.
• Antonio Carlos Jobim. 60-70s era. The question in my mind is can you learn a language through songs and music?