An unexpected rain storm necessitated a change of plans...which is really what this is all about, come to think of it. Response, not plans. And so I took a fresh juicy peach out onto the covered back porch with my coffee, my journal, and a tiny candle and enjoyed just being.
I've always loved fire and been drawn to it...this morning's rain necessitated a much smaller one! But the scent of woodsmoke speaks to my soul, and so I found a dry twig to be my primal incense...
|The hole-stone I found yesterday became a pendant to remind me of serendipity and exploration...|
|The wet logs, years old, are home to many things including this slug. He moved amazingly quickly! I'd almost lost him by the time I found my camera...|
|Someone's home is spangled with crystals...Grandmother Spider hides inside, wisely keeping dry.|
|The oldest logs wear striated Elizabethan ruffles...they feel velvety to the touch.|
|Boris has been doing yeoman service, directing the torrents away from our foundation...he never fails to make me smile as I brush the leaves and cobwebs from his ears.|
|I am not sure why a pool in a stone always makes me think of the Eye of God...|
|The striped hostas make flowers that droop...they're spangled with rain as well. Between showers I wandered through our urban wilderness to see what I could see.|
|Trumpetvine flowers remind me of my grandmother's back garden...I used to wear them on my fingers when I was a child. Quite festive, really...Dragon Fingers!|
|Bright leaf shines like a beacon against the sodden soil...|
All is well, all is well.