Sweet, accommodating wooly bears…russet this time, indicating whatever – but I do understand the scurrying across the road a little better – it is quite cool out this morning, near frosty, or so it feels. It probably feels good to warm up with a bit of a sprint
before fading back into the foliage.
I will dedicate this guitar to Ros – who joined me for lunch yesterday after too long a separation. The best of friendships survive that kind of inattention. I do find, however, that her having a child is a tough barometer to
ignore – he is suddenly six. Seems wrong somehow.
This guitar though, is apt for us – two wooly bears curled into a ball for protection, relying on stillness and attention deficit to divert evil away from us – a very good thing as the raptors are hunting this morning…which of course, calls into question the nature of evil – rustling up breakfast is not at all evil from the eagle’s perspective, but you don’t want to be the prey…