though it is far too warm for winter the clover seems to be doing fine spraying their bloom delightfully with the morning the yellow petals curled into soft little cylinders at night they seem so happy but i fear their roots are thirsty their leaves feel singed maybe i am just projecting my worry about … Continue reading dry


this vast state has gotten smaller in the last year i've become more and more willing to trek across plains and around mountains three hundred miles never feels as far nor as close as it does when it is the distance between loves