Many mornings before I leave for work a song echoes through my head . . .
We are stardust. We are golden. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden .
from Woodstock lyrics by Joni Mitchell
The garden, for some it was Yasgur’s Farm, for others it’s their container filled balcony, for me it is my garden at Valley View.
A vacation is a sometimes needed diversion, but the return to our mother, that which birthed us, the mother I now honor and hope to help release her full potential, this is the garden I love and now return to!
After a night of rain, webs and plants show-off their bejeweled surfaces.
Reflections of the Garden
Argiope aurantia – the black and yellow spider, hidden deep within the tomato patch awaits its prey.
Young Argiope aurantias hide among the needles of a star juniper.
Webs in Black and White