
caught between a bird and a high shoe

a jar of fire, underwater

poor sad little root babies just all out of energy

what are those little things dancing in the woods?

Hmm. Ant dragon will eat your lawn.
Sometimes when I’m tired, I can rest in the arms of curved shapes.

the bright shining morning smiles over the hills
with blushes adorning the meadows and rills

fire monkittey begs your indulgence

just trying to get my head in the right place

wave, fish, sunset-or is it a giant peach?
Kate Greenough's daily drawings