August opened with a new moon in Leo. Now is the time for creativity (isn't it always time?) and confidence. Grace and gratitude cushion the path. The birds are having a convention in the cherry tree in the garden. They are harvesting the little bing cherries. A mother robin feeds her young one - who, with its speckled breast, is as big as she is. It stands on the walkway flapping its wings, nagging its mama with an open beak. Some intergenerational gesturing is universal! Oregon grape, filbert, and crocosmia lend autumn color. I made Lammas bread for art group that met at the end of a winding road that turned to gravel and then to mud and back to solid ground.
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