The moths of memory

Today I went to the market, pottered around a bit at home (cleaning, gardening, etc), and spent way too much time scrolling around on Instagram. It's cold, grey, and very unspring-like weather. In spite of that, blossoms are beginning to bloom on our apple trees, and the various seedlings I'm growing on the kitchen windowsills are thriving, although repotting them outdoors will have to wait until it's warmer.

Today's prompt for the book meme is as follows:

8. A book that feels like it was written just for you

( My answer )

( The other days )