Poor flowers

I shared yesterday in my stories that early this week, I bought and gathered several bunches of flowers and foliage but immediately fell into the gloom and watched them wither, ashamed.

The roses and most of the hydrangeas were unsalvageable so they got hung to dry (don’t get me started on Expedite’s attitude if he even comes close to a dying flower), but everything else still had some life.

I’ve been sharing in other spaces that I’ve been struggling with some things lately, but as usual, I was resuscitated by an altar flip and found some motivation in time for the weekend. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been able to paint.

I’ve been deep into psalms lately. Bible ashes. Infused prayers. (I’ll likely be headed in that direction for my next resource.)