every morning breaks into day a tiny bit later 
 heavy frost visited this week
 i'm becoming a menace on the morning commute,
stopping, amazed, taking pictures
i don't have enough camera skill (or frankly time) to get good shots
but oh, so beautiful
yes, she's loping
and playing a little bit
between deep naps
two gifts, three books 
carol made an amazing memoir
of her experience of her dear friend's death
and the dyeing that sustained her through this time 
in the book she chronicles her making of another book 
about the dying
on dyed paper
stitched without thread, running dots
(blogger's photo thingie won't upload
aimee's photos-later, then)