|Yum! A dogwood!|
There are times, though, I muse over this concept of the Mystic. I don't know for certain if I'm of the Mystical variety, but I do identify with long fallow periods of doing The Everyday with the occasional epiphany tossed in for good measure. So. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.
No matter. I had a lovely walk down the hill today in my usual mystical manner . . .
|A bit of ground ivy.|
|Like the Nature Paparazzi, I just missed a herd of deer here.|
|Barely visible, a red-tail hawk.|
|A little closer, my dear.|
|And closer yet.|
|Dear Ruth, I finally had the free moment|
to make myself a fine pot of Milk Oolong tea
in the Brown Betty and served up in my
humble brown tea bowl. Tea is indeed the
true Mystic's beverage.