Reds and grays
I woke up energized this morning. I can’t explain why. Mondays have become my favorite day of the week. ??? Inter-generational bridges. Something Grace wrote about today. I experienced it in a different form...
I woke up energized this morning. I can’t explain why. Mondays have become my favorite day of the week. ??? Inter-generational bridges. Something Grace wrote about today. I experienced it in a different form...
The goldenrod dyeing is done. Let’s just say that and put that equipment away. Only the “seaside” variety of goldenrod is still in glorious bloom. I bought this at a plant sale last year,...
The colors. The contrasts. The goldenrod holds it. Summer goes out. Wondering about words. Blogging. Stories. A life.
Lots of wind, lots of snow. A quiet day, mostly the sound of buffeting winds. A big pine, weathering Last season’s goldenrod Last season’s oregano I had to shovel a short path to be...
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