There was a storm.  A small branch fell from an overhead tree to the deck below.  The young morning glory, previously supported by a wooden skewer was hanging down, knocked over by the heavy rain. I stuck the branch into the soil, for it to lean on, before going to bed.  In the morning, this. I really like looking at Freedom over Heal.   And how it seems to have become some sort of personal  medicine wheel. It seems as wet […]

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