Redbud in March.

From this place

the long ago days stretch out,

a meandering line of memories.  3-30-26

Shadows on the journal.

In between, silky lotka shines

and the pen slides.  2-23-26

 After not being able to open this blogspot since 2018, I seem to be able to post. 

The snow recedes.

Empty circles around warm plants now.

The retted leaves are moist.  2-16-26