Weird. Tired. 2021.
Everything and nothing
This year, our plum tree hardly bloomed. Each year signals the change of seasons — a sweet, pink herald. But this year it budded, the first blooms unfurled, and then it was over in a haze of fresh scarlet leaves.
October, normally a fun flurry of photoshoots to celebrate the spooky season, was full of confusion as my state exited complete lockdown. We had one…