it rained. almost all night. just a soft steady rain. and during that, she opened this bloom. i don't know this beetle at all. ?
this is the bloom in the evening. they last a night and a morning, as above. and then, through the day, move to this… which i love so much. i love even maybe more than in the morning.
and the Child Buddha, in a Glory of Marigolds
very CLOSE work. what do i mean by that word?, Close? i don't really know. but it was. very close work with very small scraps/fragments.
this took a long time. the tips had to be Right.
and while looking for a thread….this Appeared. how will it fit in? yes?, no?, but i think, yes.
and i almost forgot.
apple pie. i made an apple pie. When i was at the Old Folks Home yesterday to see Alz B, i took her out on the side patio. and NOTICED that just out from the adobe wall was an APPLE TREE. the beautiful green grannie smith. so i asked around and no…no one had much of a thought about it, so before i left, i filled a bag. enough for two pies. and this is One of the Great things about living alone, it's All Mine. ahhhhh. and sigh. .
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