#15: Tradition is a pattern

We’re nine days into the month of Mărțișor. I prepared a traditional red and white bouquet for you. Doing something twice counts as a tradition around here.

Bouquet #3 - Mărțișor

Love tulips.

Tiniest red streak.

I let myself be consumed by the news the first couple of days of the war in Ukraine. I was thinking of Moldova a lot, which was selfish, but human. I snapped out of it because I had to go gardening. Touch the earth and be under the sky.

I’m now working as a volunteer with Bloom Sheffield, a community flower garden for women. I love flowers but never really got my hands dirty. Now I get to do that and take photos as well. 🤌

I’m excited to see what the garden will look like in a few months. For now, it’s a lot of clearing weeds, potting plants and making raised beds.

Cake break

I caught myself following the same pattern of hiding behind the camera instead of socializing. I found it funny and endearing but I should really keep that for Dear Padua only ☺️

A bunch of links:

• The death of sex. It’s not what you think, it’s better. I love everything Haley writes.

• Becoming news-resilient. “(…) Assuming you're not reading this in an active war zone, it doesn't follow that you need to mentally inhabit those stories, all day long. It doesn't make you a better person – and it doesn't make life any easier for Ukrainian refugees – to spend hour upon hour marinating in precisely those narratives over which you can exert the least influence.
  In short: I think it really is OK to shift your centre of psychological gravity back from the news cycle to the world around you.”

• The Age of Houseplants. Indoor plants as aspirational culture.

• Good Things.

Off to eat at a lousy buffet place and watch The Batman,

Alina

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