It’s a hat hunch summer, driving down the long curved road early sun dagger bright through the wind shield the dust in cotton red fluff behind. We pile out dressed to digits’ ends green roped buckets harnessed on; wading in among cicada song and the whine-whistle of flies. Velcro vines drag ladders through everything except … Continue reading Jam Joy
We’re bound by social etiquette to keep our feelings in a net but I'm a pot boiling hot staining the stove with bubbles’ jet "Let me go mad" was last week's dVerse prompt. This is a belated contribution.
Not sure this passes as macro. Our letterbox is under the thrall of this callistemon bush. As I went to look for letters this afternoon, I noticed this rather attractive arrangement of leaves. It just appealed to me greatly.