March is my favorite time of year in Austin. The wildflowers are in bloom, popping up overnight. The temperature creeps back up to 80 degrees, which is, in my opinion, The Perfect Temperature. I try to keep the windows open a lot, and listen to the sounds of the birds. Everything feels gentle and welcoming. (The whole global pandemic going on right now is, of course, heightening my anxiety. But I’m trying to focus on the things that are within my control, which is mostly what happens within the four walls of my home.)
Look at all this great stuff I have
Look at all this great stuff I have
Look at all this great stuff I have
March is my favorite time of year in Austin. The wildflowers are in bloom, popping up overnight. The temperature creeps back up to 80 degrees, which is, in my opinion, The Perfect Temperature. I try to keep the windows open a lot, and listen to the sounds of the birds. Everything feels gentle and welcoming. (The whole global pandemic going on right now is, of course, heightening my anxiety. But I’m trying to focus on the things that are within my control, which is mostly what happens within the four walls of my home.)