There are wild columbines and wild strawberries all over the garden, which makes me very happy.
There were columbines in all the gardens I grew up in, and there’s something about their shape that makes them feel like magic and fairies to me.
I’m finally thinking about my stories a bit more again, about the imaginary worlds I pretty much abandoned when everything felt too hard, and right now I’m thinking about the name I gave to columbines in one of those worlds. Or names, rather, because my dictionary has mailay, but I remember also using jolymelhay, which means “forest king” or “forest queen”. And that, in turn, reminds me of a character called Jolymella, and makes me wish I had time to revisit all those old stories and write more. (But I have so much to do right now, so many hours at work, so much to do at home, and classes coming up again…)