Every day, a photograph, a poem. Yes, the pot broke, and I set it down in the garden in a dusty spot, a bit of interest and a sad note for the pot. Yet, there it sits, the garden growing around it, including the mint and wood sorrel needed for the bees. I love the play of greens, reds, browns, yellow and the sorrel shadows, a pleasant moment in a sad day due to wildfires out of control.
Post 867 days in a row
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart