fog and string and change

 on my way to first drop off the car for brake work

then to work work

i realized i couldn't manage

 i used the cell phone 

called in sick

and returned home (intestinal disorder)

 but not before i spotted the 

rising sun dancing with 

 ground fog 

and bare branches

 and corn stubble

 what a beginning to a day!

wish i could have given you 

a taste of the day:

birds; a weird summer morning

instead, in early spring

 then there was this:

over in the land of oz

india was making string

out of tea bag paper

 while i was walking wendy

with a handful of milkweed bast

harvested from the meadow

my fingers started to play with the fiber

as they often do, but not

when walking on the road

this little bit of synchronicity,

resting on pink alabama kozo 

tickles me no end. 

i can't spin while walking.

or so i thought

wendy waited for me

even for a photo,

but i can't spin and photograph simultaneously.

yet!
~~~
wendy and i say goodbye to the was cat. 
we will miss you.