i’ve caught cold. AGAIN. gah…
i've caught cold. AGAIN. gah!
it rained this morning. the air is cool and smells like autumn. the wind is high and sounds lovely. i had to throw a woven blanket over my duvet last night because i woke up shivering. i wish i still had a featherbed. next winter i'm getting another.
milk thistle is blooming. little prickly cups of purple down. swallows brushed the awnings of the grain at sunset. salsify is preparing to open its flowers. the bottomland is still green. the green is growing paler. the hills have already faded to gold.
well. good good night.