Is it January?

California brown hills turn verdant. Hope always comes from home. From the earth. Also, I guess from the kitchen. Or a simple pen put to generic paper. A branch to the sky.

On the nature of a fence

The golden mean:  whatever is being kept out an equal whatever is being kept in.  Who remembers the spectacular hail then cloud-rainbow yesterday? Another instance of natural drama. Also, the kitchen is a natural landscape for both drama & alchemy as is a pen etching a landscape onto paper. Whatever(s) prevail(s).