“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


What is there

This flower was given to me last spring by the lovely Katie & has since been hanging at the entrance to my "studio". A small wish of good luck so unobtrusive that I don't believe she even knows it's there.

What I know is there:

At Joe & Lisa's Howling Wolf Creek there are 2 giant dogwood trees that storms have blown down. Roots are barely connected to the earth, but nonetheless, both trees are filled with small white blooms, soon to be in full flower. For Joe & Lisa: "How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night become the touches of sweet ha
The concrete parking lot at Los Gueros is filled with the imprints of leaves that fell onto the concrete before it was dry - I will be there this weekend to make rubbings.

In my very own driveway, there is a white stone imbedded in the pavement in the exact shape of a tulip & today a windblown stick formed the stem. A photograph for the weekend.

And THIS song by Van Morrison.

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come. sit under the emma tree & let's talk. i have cookies . . .