Sugared Summer yarn Surface broad

Surface broad

steaming with the fragrance of blossoms

caught for a moment between the rooftops as if it had misjudged its own path

a witness to the delicate weight of growing

and patience

Sugared Summer yarn Surface broadMarigold sits cross legged in the grass where the daisies grow taller than her knees, their stems bending as she leans in too close. Theres sugar dust on her fingers, pink and chalky, sticking where the heat has made everything a little soft. The necklace in her lap is already half gone, bitten through in uneven gaps, the elastic thread stretched and damp where she keeps pulling it between her teeth. Her mother had shown her how to pick flowers