All Shall Be Well

These gorgeous mammatus clouds greeted me this morning, Mother Earth showing her love for us. I was stuck by a verse from Julian of Norwich, the mystic anchoress of England, who wrote, “All shall be well. All shall be well. And all manner of things shall be well.”

Indiangrass is Drying

I spent three lovely afternoons walking the tall Indiangrass, harvesting a nice selection that will dry for use in winter paintings. Giving thanks to the land. The summer rains produced grass as tall as I am.