Morning Evening Night

Stepping outside this morning, I couldn’t help but notice where the bright green new growth was emerging — right at the prune cuts.

Evening light stealing through old glass has its watery magic.

And night time is for stitches and learning something new, but quietly.  See Jude Hill’s quest for 1,000 Magic Feathers (on sidebar).

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