Good morning, especially to the butterfly bush I put in a few years ago whose blooms just perfectly frame the side window of the house! I love to sit here, not packing, and look out into the garden. I need to take more pictures. I was looking back in my phone to years and years ago and seeing so much brightness, pictures of flowers, pictures of food, pictures of campfires, a thousand pictures of me smiling, looking hot. Why don't I take pictures anymore?  I bet I would like to look back at them sometimes.

Last night, I sat outside and stared across the graveyard, watching the fireflies come up from the stones like souls. I made myself look at them, really see them and how beautiful they are, and try to preserve the thought in my mind. I figured maybe there would be a time - not too far from now, given how quickly the year is going - when it was so cold and dead outside that I would be hard-pressed to remember a time when there were fireflies out there.  Memory is a funny thing like that. I feel like if I try, I can open it up and go back to a time or place and feel it exactly. 

Well, it's time to go configure my festival girl life for the next 36 hours.