that there are no seasons. That if there are not maple leaves, there are no seasons. Season is here, it's depth and Love.
Cynthia will know this.
in this pic, the multitude of Oak Galls that i need to figure out how to harvest.
but generally, in All, there is a Great Exhale going on. Like a great Sigh. All has been Done. Accomplished. Soon, the respite of Rain. Softly, things Breathe. Waiting.
