In A Cold Mountain Shadow

This is the view from my front porch. I did good. Monet lives in that vibration of a mountain shadow. I could be going computer screen blind again too.

I got the next letter from the IRS. It basically said, 'Leaves us alone. We don't want to hear from you anymore.' The wheels are spinning. Who knows what will get spit out.

The Joe Pye fell down in the last wind and rain. I cleaned that up. I have not wanted to cut things down just yet. The meadow remnants are drying very nicely this year, almost in collaboration with the Under Garden of Winter as it slowly emerges. It is looking good.

Now rest your eyes in better focus. The view is changing every day.