just because a love is temporary doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. sometimes love ends, sometimes love fades. you can’t always determine the course that it takes. you aren’t wasting your time; you’re just counting down the days until you meet the person with a love that finally stays.
“The lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves, Wood-violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence, Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere, To grace the bush I love—to sing with the birds, A warble for joy of lilac-time, returning in reminiscence.”
This is an issue that you can split and peel, crack open, scoop up, cut into—consume with all your senses. Fair warning: It may consume a little bit of you, too.
Lillian Howan and Becca Lawton in conversation together at Sonoma Valley Library, 755 West Napa Street, Sonoma, California, on Monday September 18 at 7 pm. A percentage of all book sales will benefit the library.
In Conversation: Danger, Loss, and Renewal, both literary and environmental
