Our fig tree seems confused. The fruit usually comes in very late spring. This winter, all the leaves have dropped, but each branch has sprouted a little fig struggling through the cold weather.
Four people in New York, Los Angeles, and Germany. Stopping, noticing, sharing - one photo/four people/every day. (For now we are just three, but hopefully four again soon.)
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Getting rooted in the New Year
I remember reading about/hearing about a tradition that went something like this:
Whatever you do on the first day of the year
will help to establish what your coming year will be like.
So after waking up this morning, the first day of 2013,
I sat down at my desk and wrote. And tangled. And read.
And drank coffee.
If there's any truth to that tradition/superstition,
It's gonna be pretty good year.
Labels:
coffee,
New Year,
real life,
superstition,
tangling,
tradition,
urban living,
writing,
writing desk
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