Fern And Moss

Sunny citrus, tart and pink. Bruised basil stems, bright and pepperya familiar presence, like an ancestor turned guardian angel watching over. Cicada song at high-noon; dew drops, French lavender, and a copper still. Fairy-rings disguised in the tall, sweet clover. Grass-stained knees from crouching through hedges to uncover mossy burrows and tiny kingdoms under logs, full of life and purpose.