July 7, 2026

Good morning!

It’s Tuesday—and after a quiet month of contemplation at the top of the basement stairs, my pink boozy rhubarb elixir was finally ready to leave her nest. Yesterday I ceremonially strained the faded stalks, gave the mixture a dab of Grand Marnier behind each ear, and poured it into a bottle for safe storage.

Most went into a bigger bottle, but I had just enough left to fill this small milk bottle that I brought back from Japan. (Because of course I brought it home with me.)

It amuses me to imagine these well-mannered dairy cows punching out when the clock strikes 5pm and heading to their favorite shade tree for a small tipple or two before dinner.

“You must await your thirst and allow it to become complete: otherwise you will never discover your spring, which can never be anyone else’s!”

—Friedrich Nietzsche

Onwards,

Clara