After total morning cloud cover it cleared to hot. We began to prepare to leave, our summer coming to an end. I swept the studio collecting in my dustpan moths and the seeds of a plant I’d gathered on Daisy Peak. I don’t know what the plant is…couldn’t find it in any of the books. But I ferried those seeds and moths across the road, letting them fly into the field. Just maybe some of those seeds will surprise me next year.
