Day 62 — Blue Glass — Haibun Journey View From My Window
I gaze out the window at your garden, remnants of autumn flowers waving. Pampas grass golden in the morning light, framing the edges. I venture out in the cold. Your garden always host an array of hidden treasures: frogs, fairies, and other assortment of small objects tucked in among the plants. In the winter beige the blue glass of the bottle tree stands out. I so enjoy wandering through your garden among the plants and rod iron, even when every thing is dormant.