It's raining. Raining, raining.
Dad's bushel basket hangs over head.
He used to keep his onions in it. It is empty now. But not really.
Grandma's cookie cutter is on the wall.
I found it among Mom's things one day when we were cleaning out the attic.
This is a hemlock . A painting by Valerianna. I love her watercolors. The photo holds a reflection of the studio floor, like a path through it. I stared at it for a long time.
I am testing the new camera. Take 5.
I posted again because the day is slow and easy and waiting to be full of things.
And I will not be here tomorrow.