Apple of my eye

I spotted this rather lovely oak apple on the way to Kairos. I had already spotted something else. A victim of the hot dry weather.

Little shrews can't last long without water or food. I took him off the track, as I didn't want anyone to tread on him. The fur is so soft. I think they are believed to taste bad.

The Goddess Oak, who was looking very pregnant, reminded me with joyful ferocity never to be afraid to change my mind.

Kairos explained that no thing is as true on its own as it is when it is entangled with the world.

I asked him to call his friends, and the muntjacs came.

Yes, the yearling was lying down. So I was stuck.

After twenty minutes, I managed to pack up my stuff and stand without the deer noticing. But as soon as I took a step, boing boing flash and she had gone!