a year of you
This year required a lot of bottles. I’m not sure how many, I didn’t count. More than last year, but I didn’t know you last year, which still seems strange.
I needed a very large one for tears cried. More than most years, but the whispered adorations bottle is almost as substantial, and I’ve never needed a whole bottle for unexpected moments of bliss before. It balances, I think.
It was a multitude of bottles sort of year, varied in shape and size and contents.
Now they’re all sealed and catalogued, ready to be stored on their shelf.
I have plenty of empty ones for whatever next year will bring.
I wonder how many of them you’ll be in.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Erin, you’re my new favourite person. Kindred spirits, are you and I.
Have a happy new year.
Love this!
Loved this one, Erin!
My favourite one yet (that could be because I loved this tent in TNC the most).
Keep ’em coming, PLEASE!
Reminds me of someone who has been this year and might be in just about each one of my bottles…
I hope I’m in just one. Just one, small bottle. It doesn’t even have to have a label. You’ll know it’s me by the color.
Wow this is amazing. I love your Flax-Golden Tales.