Spring has just sprung, but I’m already longing for summer. I’m not sure if it’s my desire to catch fireflies again or to feel the hot night air brushing my face, but I’m ready for it.
While walking downtown tonight, I passed the pool hall, the aromatherapy shop, the goodwill store and then opened the back door of Poor Richards.
And found Watership Down by Richard Adams and a black and white cloth journal.
I love the feeling of fresh, exciting purchases.