here is the weed. How perfectly she placed herself. How beautifully she splayed her leaves...
Wind kept moving the iris but they are coming...
this Being. A sparrow Being. I had kept hearing sparrow sounds so close which isn't normal for Spring....there is the one who seeks shelter from Winter in the opposite corner. This was different and i pulled the curtain back just a small amount to look and there...there she is. A NEST in this corner of the totally ugly awning that is useful nonetheless. The remnant of the prayer flag and it's string incorporated in her nest. I want to wash the window so i can take better pics of her but that might be a violation of her privacy...as it is , she is maybe about 18 inches from the window. I just looked, Wednesday, as i write these words, and she is there. Sitting. Her little button eyes wide. Sitting.
this really great shirt, from the Thrift Store. I'd gone to hunt for cloth for Deb Lacativa. No dice, but this shirt is really great. And a grey green, sage green. Maybe the shirt for the Art Thing.
no need to talk about this now.
Thrift Shop
and...legs resolved...am writing this on Wednesday
