Saturday, May 20, 2023
Ripples On the Surface
I have been sleeping for the past two months. The sleep of the dead and dying. Being sick is my full time job now. It demands my attention. Spring passes over the mountain top in the tapestry and texture of a mountain meadow as I slumber.
A healthy sprinkle of the blue Phacelia purshii is now growing in my garden. It will only spread more from here. One more ripple in the tapestry.
Amid growing trees and shrubs that are gaining ever more presence and definition in a wild cultivated garden.
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