Monday, August 22, 2011

Journal Pages

August is almost closed for business, that is alright I guess.  This month has been good, full of woods and fields, trees and wide horizons, not much more a girl can ask for.  I think I have knitted enough branches together in my mind to last me through the coming winter.  I even buried a bit of my heart in a backyard forest north north of a tiny home beside the highway, it will rest there till next spring.  Now it's time for sleep.
a love cluster.
algonquin on the horizon.