So many things could be floating around here, maybe on journeys from here to there. A base for going.
And it's blue, a coolness and relief from hell on earth which seems to have arrived almost everywhere. In so many forms.
Still the goldfinches sing. Here perched on the blooming mullein which rose up voluntarily in the garden. And there are way too many cucumbers to eat. I will share with neighbors.
And now, here comes the heat. Unplug.
a few new crumbs in the shop today...