the second of the string of Five days. I am remembering. Remembering to sit on the porch now and then and just take it all in. There are many butterflies now. Many of the Yellows that are in keeping with this season, but many others too, multicolored and less numerous, but standing out in their flight patterns, which look oh so Care Free and so At Ease and i think of this as i sit on the top step, How this is their Life right now which doesn't have many days left, yet they Sail so gently. So free.
Summer has made it's marks, it's design.
and tho i'd decided NOT to, i RE decided this morning to go forward with this cloth. It's GOOD, the story of it and i checked and the "compost" will hold as cloth. Some stitches and it will hold.
Today the butterflies added themselves to the Dreaming of those Dreamers below the compost. The story began to sing itself.
LATER: on impulse. Got the leash and we WALKED. Maybe a mile? Maybe mile and a half? We walked on the far side of the ditch bank. The near side, dog dog dog but the far side…no. No dogs. For how long? Don't know but for today, no dogs. only cattle. Tomorrow i'll take the camera.
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