fog and string and change

 on my way to first drop off the car for brake work
then to work work
i realized i couldn't manage
 i used the cell phone 
called in sick
and returned home (intestinal disorder)
 but not before i spotted the 
rising sun dancing with 
 ground fog 
and bare branches
 and corn stubble
 what a beginning to a day!
wish i could have given you 
a taste of the day:
birds; a weird summer morning
instead, in early spring
 then there was this:
over in the land of oz
india was making string
out of tea bag paper
 while i was walking wendy
with a handful of milkweed bast
harvested from the meadow
my fingers started to play with the fiber
as they often do, but not
when walking on the road
this little bit of synchronicity,
resting on pink alabama kozo 
tickles me no end. 
i can't spin while walking.
or so i thought
wendy waited for me
even for a photo,
but i can't spin and photograph simultaneously.
wendy and i say goodbye to the was cat. 
we will miss you.