The pond in spring.
A few more prayer flags
The brown substance in the center is seaweed. I collected a bunch when I lived on the Cape and dried them. This type is like paper when dried.
I printed my prose poem on vellum and cut into fragments to use. At first I used largish sections like this, but toward the end preferred using just one word or a few words.
Leaves through water. As I crouched by the pond and gazed down I saw movement. Guppies. After a while quite a few came near. They played with each other. Probably you can't see them. They blend in so well with the leaves. Now, at night, peepers are peeping again. Spring is here.
My dryer gave out with a thump and burning smell. I won't buy a new one. I can hang clothes on racks. Maybe put up a line. I didn't have a dryer until I moved up here to Mom's. Oh well.