…I went for a long walk without a coat, admired the blooming forsythia and tried to keep the bees from drowning with small props for them to cling to in the hen’s bowl that is their village well.
Today, the yellow bowl, with its mossy bricks and bits of wood, looked so beautiful with the water turned to crystalline ice. But I couldn’t bring myself to go back out with my camera, with the wind so fierce, and the woodstove so warm…
A Papery Days post will be here in a day or two.
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