It’s over. The summer is over. It was hot in its typical ruin-your-walks sort of way yet nothing bad happened. Can you even judge a life by a season within it? No, nor can you judge yourself for some part of you.
A succulent that left his terracotta pot. The kids housesitting found it, and put it in a wine bottle, seeing that I had a lot of them about the front rooms, they made this. Sweet Amina left me a note, telling me the tale. So sweet. A wonderful couple of kids. They loved my witchy house and that makes me so happy.
We have no idea if succulents can survive so much direct water. Maybe they totally can. We’re about to find out!
Good night, evildoers.