These are the beautiful berries I leisurely picked with my kids tonight when I wanted to be writing.

These are the same berries being fed to the chickens when they can crashing out of the fridge and onto the floor when I decided I had to grind coffee for the morning when I wanted to be writing.

These are the amount of words that I’m staring at and I’m feeling too flustered to write. #grownostr #writingcommunity https://nostrcheck.me/media/public/nostrcheck.me_6222640063581331961688342461.webp