Beauty stacked

After rain where there is mulch, unexpected beauties appear.  Looking down has its rewards.  I could fall for that dried curl of leaf every time.  Of course, I'm meeting these red fungi as I wear my red boots.  Symmetry & spontaneity welcome in the New Year.  

The end of the year is auspicious.

The end of the year signals the beginning of the next and almost always involves a window.  Liquid art.  What frames intentions better than a window.  If you be lucky, a cat, too.  Also, a  piece of proper toast with olive oil will do nicely and coordinates well with any poem which may appear.   Ring a bell for good measure.