Potted thyme

Remember back when I used to have witty and funny and insightful stories to tell you? I don't either. But my mom swears there was a time and I think that time will come again (not that I'm convinced it ever existed in the first place).

Things have been so monumentally weird and sad and happy around here this month. So much to talk about but instead I'll just tell you that I've managed to keep a thyme plant alive in my bedroom this summer. Which is like a big freakin deal because herbs inside are hard.

My dad (a big plant man and also a mental health expert) likes to say that for plant people, there is a connection between the state of one's plants and the state of one's mind. Happy plants = happy people. My thyme and I aren't dead yet, so there's that. We persevere.