worlds turn

this morning i was reminded again

of beauty,

mortality,

and human doings.

it's rained so much here

and where i was out west, not enough.

not enough and forest fires

too.

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

 sunshine

 on cattle

 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

and 

made paper

(paper photos to come)

 these were pretty fine

 and the pot is fine, too

 terra enamel diaper pot.

sort that one out for fun!