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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can. henrymitchellbooks.com

High summer...

The Wild Garden going into high summer is not quite as wild as it has been. There are a few more plants, a few more stones, a few more creatures, including a tribe of tiny black toads that we haven't seen here before this year.

A relatively wet season so far has kept the green growing. Unfortunately, the rain hasn't hindered the bugs and the critters at all.

 

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