Angelica stalks. Now a morning moment. Seed heads undone. Several generations later. (the original seed head, a gift from Acey) By Wind. Through the woods.
The tie that held them up through many storms. A corner of Magic, in process, but still waiting. The blue pottery with a glazing job gone astray which turned out to be glorious. Thursday morning. And that's all.
Except it looks like it might rain.
Comments are off for a while. But I am here. But you probably know that.
It's just how it goes sometimes.