the view from my front porch
In order of appearance:
tiny bugs
soil
bricks and whatever goes between bricks
each blade of grass
split ends
autumn leaves starting to fall
a light not yet shining
the bay window from a less-than-frequent angle
neighbors near and far
last year’s Double Honey
colorful diversity
Kay’s favorite tree, no longer her favorite color
the wind
some mountains
glorious horizons
