Rain showers, here and there.
There is always a bug box in hand; this time, with a cricket inside.
He makes a little habitat, watches, and lets go.
The rain showers stop, the sun is out. Layers are shed.
Coffee cups are put down, forgotten, then picked up again.
Supper bread is cooling.
Exploring, wondering, making, tending,
outside and in.
Knitter, plant lady, mama to two free-range kids.