Fog in the morning.
Busy birds all day.
Squirrels.
Broken
Sometimes
things break
and we don't necessarily understand
why.
Sometimes
it makes sense
but, doesn't really make sense.
I wonder how this mushroom broke off...
Kale
Today I feel like this tender kale.
Trying to grow
and unsure of what
the future holds.
Each day
is a new journey.
My roots
reach a little deeper
and my leaves grow
towards the light...
But,
it's damn hard work.
Maple Leaves
It is a Louis Armstrong,
Billy Holiday,
watching the leaves,
listening to the birds
in the garden
kind of
day.
