9.19.15 Peering and listening and visiting

I was once again wandering about in my flip flops early this morning, peering down into the brush and beneath leaves and out across the fields, listening and visiting and being in the garden and yard and new day. Beneath the towering Elecampagne, it's beautiful yellow blossoms gone to see now, I looked up to watch it's tufted small ones fly off, into another tomorrow.