After summer like days it is colder. 48 this morning, it will barely get to 60 today. It's way cold for May, especially at night. The garden is slow. But it's ok. I can just put a sweater on. The caterpillars that have already begun on the oak leaves, cold slows them and sometimes stops them. So ok. Good.
The man and the beast are sleeping in. Not me. Up at 4. I have things I want to do and I am going to do them.
Yesterday, I posted this on Instagram. How the light painted the wall. To look like cloth. I love this. How it happened. How I noticed and caught it. Because now it is gone.