“The wind blows where it wills…”
I am out early this morning, before sunrise. Frost on the grass. Something to my left: quickly, a blur, movement, a plume…
It seems to me that the more we learn, the less we know. Really, when you get right down to it, there’s an awful lot we don’t know.
The first time I noticed it here was 3 years ago. I’d planted okra along the back, by the ornamental grasses. It grew to almost 6 feet, its…