it has been a soggy dreary day for the weary and troubled.
confined to an indoor space as the sky cries as if to mourn mans abuses laiden upon this significant place we call home.
Yet a bit of cheer attempts to peek through the wattery vale.
but alass my plants to suckle up on the tears of the eart. and they open petals and leaf to welcom the life it brinss.
and alass a bit of beauty one does see.