Off to the Farmer’s Market, later. My Sunday essay is on Radical Spirits. I just haven’t written it yet.

There’s a real potential for some abstract art from my garden bed. I’m feeling my way.

My new peony was root bound, she is opening up by the minute.

Loving this color and all of the buds reading up to the sky.

The sun came out of the clouds Saturday, just after noon, just for a while.