in the 60's sometimes up to 70's. There probably will be another frost, there for sure will be hard WIND, but it's begun.
Iris winter over green, but among them at the water thingy, new Mint. it has traveled.
new Hollyhocks…many
Winter Wind felled a planet. a copper float ….livestock water trough…need to re suspend for the time being. I'll take them when i go.
dried Grass wisp
garlic
Old Apricot begins forming her blossoms. Blurry in this pic, but i love so much the Whole of it…the contrast of dark and light, the forms
this is what Tay sees. a world of just so much. the Asylum. the Sovereign State of Us. Her view, since coming here, has been limited. In the new world there will be no fences. She will know her Place by imaginary boundries. By being Called. By voice. no fences. a View that extends as far as the Sky.
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