Labor Day and the Bastrop fires put my mind and creativity on hold for September.
By mid-October there has been a little rain for a few days of respite, bringing hope with cooler weather. The drought still hovers over new sprigs of grass pushing up through the straw-covered bare ground.
Days are healing and solitude is devine. My studio is back in working order. In a few days or a week, I believe sanity will return.
Seed in the feeders brings a variety of birds to my backyard. The bird bath is full of bow-tailed grackle splashing and grooming. I bought new cushions for the wicker furniture. It all makes me smile. Nature is my favorite sound.