About all the nuts and berries that have fallen this fall: some say that means we're in for a hard winter. I'm beginning to think it means we're going to have an early one, too.
Another rainy day; another day without pictures.
This leftover will have to do. Like the tiny fly balanced on the flower cup rim, I so wish I could peer into folds of orange, sink into the petals, and stare up at October sky.
Oh, bowl of blue, please return.
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