light

light

This must be how moles feel… I’m used to the dark in my old subterranean workshop lair. But there’s windows all across the room here and my eyes need to adjust. Still a bit rough, a mudroom where the far corner walls are comprised of the original...
rooting

rooting

I’ve packed up. The forget-me-nots, the slate bench, the little seedhouse. Bird baths, coneflowers, even the mint- every kind. The fig tree! My scrappy stoop pine with the long needles and the ginko, oh so very patiently they waited for years to stretch their...

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