it's another day in lake mothercare...

raising parents.
when they were raising us, did they admit to wanting their time with us to be"done"?
is this harsh?
time marches on, the brilliance of pregnant green and crimson buds grace the landscape.
reprieve is in the mindfull moment of catching breath
of exforming toxins
of having an unscheduled cuppa tea with a friend.

reprieve: where are you??