TIME TO SLEEP and TIME TO WAKE

At midnight I am usually outside doing my 'thing'. Put it this way:  Nobody says to me "GOOD dog, BIG boy! You waited until we let you outside!"  As they would pat me on the back, shoulders, and then feed me. You gotta own four legs to get that kind of treatment.

Also I speak with the growing things, tell them "Good Night!" etc. I used to talk with grass while walking on it. I'd apologize to the blades of the glades, as if by walking on them I was hurting them. I believe still today that some sort of feeling is involved, maybe pain.. No guys! I am NOT 'doing' acid...

LAST NIGHT MIDNIGHT

So last night I shot one of the plants as they were going to sleep--or whatever flowered plants DO at night. Hmmmmm!--grin! This morning as the sun began drying those droplets of fogginess, I got another picture of those bright, shining faces all in their places.

SEVEN HOURS LATER...WAKE-UP CALL!

 It is these ongoing, constant miracle-mysteries which intrigue me. Sure, these little buds neither toil nor spin--whatever the hell that means--but they DO go to sleep when it's dark, and wake with the sun, as most of the world. Like me. Like you.