
dreaming homes for all those who have none

these hot dry days I’m looking for angels of water

Aye, it’s the spider

strange weather

“He sends his showers of blessings down to cheer the plains below, He makes the grass the mountains crown and corn in valleys grow…”
In French, ‘blesser’ means to wound or injure. Recent storms have been a mixed bag of blessing.

comes the rain

Gathering in the bright, tiny souls

keep the wind at your back and the sun in your jacket
Kate Greenough's daily drawings