Good Morning Ragmates.
Today will probably be the last really warm day here.
The maples over the ridge have turned golden. Isn't that amazing?
Been exploring this land. As it turns out, there are walnuts here. Right Here. As Mom used to say...How about that?
The dyepo(e)t waits.
Reconsidering path has brought me to The Tenderness of Place aka Everything is So Fragile (I decided, yes, yes I could, I could name them all that, it works right?).
There are things. I will be away for a bit. Away from here, home that is, here and there, but maybe still posting. We'll see. Just little things, no worry.
