I hadn’t unpacked everything from the poetry workshop so when I threw clothes into my bag for this trip I wound up bringing one of the shirts I wore at The Barn. I’ve said this before, there is magic in that place. I no sooner buttoned up than I had an overwhelming urge to write a couplet.
Got home again but couldn’t stay.
My M.O.W. prefers this way.
My advice to those of you who joined me this year: don’t wash your shirts!
I’ve posted some spider pictures lately and have noticed a sharp drop in viewership when you squeamish ones don’t want to look. Well those weren’t spiders. THIS is a spider.