this morning i was reminded again
and human doings.
it's rained so much here
and where i was out west, not enough.
not enough and forest fires
i am feeling normal and fit now
i can lift pulp-filled buckets again.
this sign placed by my new amish neighbors has a subscript:
no sunday sales
the semintals look on
i love her piebald face hiding behind goldenrod
her tiny whiskers sunlit
here's their pasture
with all the things:
woodhenge, signage, machinery,
that woodsy area on the right borders my place
across the road is their old stripey barn
robin's eggshell on my drive
this week i printed
(paper photos to come)
these were pretty fine
and the pot is fine, too
terra enamel diaper pot.
sort that one out for fun!