Out walking last weekend,
I reminded myself to stop and look, really look.
I saw lichen that reminded me of coral,
small cave-like openings in slabs of bluestone
(who lives in there?)
so many shapes and shades of green
patterns in the water
(and a frog--can you see her?)
I was delirious with wildflowers
and then I read crazy-wonderful memoir
Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness by Alexandra Fuller
my mind wandering (in great company)
through Kenya, Rhodesia/Zimbabwe, and Zambia...