Eva Blume - In Blume Second Entry -

Take your time. I’ll wait here.

So I didn’t cut it.

I touched the shoot with the tip of my finger — barely. And for the first time in months, I didn’t whisper please grow . I whispered: eva blume - in blume second entry

Last week, I pressed my palm flat against the soil of a dying hydrangea. Its leaves were crisp, brown at the edges — the same kind of tired I’ve been carrying in my ribs since March. My neighbor told me to cut it down. “Start fresh,” she said. But I’ve started fresh so many times, I’ve forgotten what roots feel like. Take your time