The dappled light as we head out to change the water

The early morning sunlight casting purple shadows on the land

Reflections speaking loudly of our daily work on the land

T’Ata coming to help

While Glory stands sentinel on the Rocky Point

The day, always generous with gifts

Hidden just so

But still there, whispering, for us to see–

Look.

Please, there are gossamer threads of beauty everywhere.

From my heart to you, My Friends,

Linda