An ordinary thing to love
On letting yourself love things like trees, knitting, stars, and songs
My husband has become a Tree Guy.
Brian reads books from the library that just keep automatically renewing because apparently no one else is interested in The Spruces of Zone 3b. We went to the used book sale at the curling club and he triumphantly emerged with an armful of tattered mid-90s gardening books they literally could not g…