Winter’s wreckage lies strewn about the woods leaving you to guess the pattern in this jumble of limbs and leaves. Last year’s aster remains upright, sentinel, as if saying, “All is well.” All is well.
Winter’s wreckage lies strewn about the woods leaving you to guess the pattern in this jumble of limbs and leaves. Last year’s aster remains upright, sentinel, as if saying, “All is well.” All is well.