Web and berries....

Oh the webs we weave....hmmmm   On an early morning stroll again at the lovely greenbelt the sun was filtering down illuminating leaves and webs and grasses...the mist was slowly rising off the lake aptly nicknamed Blueberry Lake.   It was a morning to be thankful for nature's gifts offered if only we choose to receive them...they are free and bountiful and not to be destroyed but to be preserved. Extra is the lake

      Haiku for the recent administrative soap opera 

                       Scaramucci gone
                       Another one bites the dust
                       Revolution time 
song for the times Talkin 'bout a revolution