
we’re ready to take on the town

everyone knows that this year’s harvest comes from last year’s bones

chrysalids dreaming

we play cat’s cradle for keeps

It has bugs. Who knows what they’re up to?
I was in a field, in the sun, with lots of friends around.

the world through the window

a divorce dance

I was thinking about trust and fidelity, but I don’t know what that has to do with this bird

conjuring stones

Here is a lurid, Seussian landscape
just for you.
Kate Greenough's daily drawings