Radish harvest morning. Also bunny spotting. Also gloriously beautiful. Also camera batteries passing out. Also astonishing growth from the plants in the recent night rain. Also a voice in me that says: receive.
Breathe in. Receive. There is nothing to get, even as I ricochet, even as I list-make, even as I figure out, forage.
There are bunnies, radishes, flowers. There is a woman in a robe drinking coffee, going back in the house for fresh cameras. There is morning traffic.