in which I am yelled at by chipmunks

Early morning, sun just starting to pop up over the ridge.  It feels like days since I’ve had proper outside time.



Sumac glistens.


Sumac meets Captain Hook.


VICTORY! A milkweed pod opens up. Evidently the process happens when the pod opens up along a seam.

Ready to make a break for it.

They look hand-carved.


Cache of orange shrooms.
And now, a lesson in threes

Maiden (July 1)

Mother (September 21)

Crone (November 9)
Later on, I was scolded by no fewer than three chipmunks.
The fourth didn’t bother to yell at me. It just kept munching.

More mosses going to town with those naughty bits.


Lilac pods, their work done.


Curly dock: sheer fabulousness.