I just don’t understand the context of writing to myself when I’m 100. Like why. It’s not like I can warn myself of anything like writing backwards to a younger self. 100 year old me will have lived through everything already. Lived through everything I am living through.
I suppose if my memory completely fails by 100 then it would serve as a reminder of happy or poignant moments in my life. I could remind my 100 year old self of that.
Anyway, I don’t want to live to 100 most likely, I want a life of quality years not quantity. Write a letter to my 75 year old self might be more realistic, but again, why?
75 year old me will be smarter than the me now.
Anywho, happy to see photos on WP from other bloggers of spring making it’s appearances in many spots on this earth. Where I am, there’s no such thing yet. Although yes, the days are longer and I appreciate that so much. The temps however, not relenting whatsoever.
bloom.planted.north 
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