I have visited this spot. Many times. I know where the front door key is kept. I know how to shut the cranky hall window. I know the contents of the refrigerator. I know where the old editions of poetry are housed. I know where the sharpest knives rest and the finest pens. I know where the dark rough cloth is to drape the mirrors.
Opportunity to slow down & wait to see the next great living, start. A bud, a new shoot, a baby quail, a lizard. Perhaps, even a sunflower seed (although they are never singular). This litany is long & wide -- thank goodness. Let's celebrate anything and everything in the farmers market.
and you are treated to calligraphy. Don't be stymied by the red line. Think of it as a border in a notebook that can be crossed anytime, by any word. Reminds me of salad burnet in b/w. Just learned salad burnet is also called burnet bloodwort. Well, there's the tie-in with the red line, wouldn't you say?