
this took either way too much time, or way too little.

impatience

is it a ship of clarity trying to cut through a mindstorm?
Or, as Hannah Zahn more prosaically observed, is it stepping in dog poop?
devotion

a bundle of smooth and soothing roots

Beltain, one season dies as the next begins

some feelings are stubbornly resistant to the joyous beauty of spring

a wail of woe
Kate Greenough's daily drawings