A busy week. Late night hours preparing for quilt show....with both quilts and books for sale. No time spent in the garden. Little time spent at home. Not much sleep.
Centauria montana "Amethyst in snow" is blooming madly and surely will need to be deadheaded.
Going back to Bronson, Michigan where the verdant spring and the bucolic nature of the agrarian area makes me thirst to go back and visit some more.
Close together in every township, there stood at least one clapboard church. Not wealthy enough for brick. To my childhood mind "normal sized." Returning, I realize how small they really were....congregations for maybe as many as 10 families whose connection to God was as strong as their connection to the land. Now, failing....decaying... soon to be nothing but beautiful cut stone foundations as straight and clean as when they were laid, but with no superstructure.
Rolling hills of gentle green.