Something old, something new…

Something old…

Something new…

Something old and new…

Name this plant growing on my retaining wall — Yes, the same retaining wall that gave me the mother of all black eyes back in 2010.

I leave part of this hanging on the wall over the winter to relieve the snowy white landscape. I snapped these shots in the rain this morning.

This reminds me of the writing process.

Ornery Sven is decompressing from the Canadian federal election yesterday. He’s stretched out on the mat with a cold cloth pressed to his face. Should have voted, Ornery Sven.

I could be crocheting a balaclava over here, and he wouldn’t even notice. Some muse.

#amwriting

Elen