Note: Not “Indiana,” but “InDiana”: Goddess of the Woodlands.

We drove to Goat Farm Park, for the second morning in a week. Scampi mostly ran free. I carried my phone for photos. Wanted to capture early morning light in this beautiful park. And yes, glorious.
What I always notice most about InDiana IS the woodlands. Such a tangled web we weave!
And Jackson Creek, murmuring . . .
Oops! Recent fracture . . .
The above occurred in this section of the trail . . .
A big storm about a month ago sent this big tree downstream. Still caught under bridge . . .
I’ll end with flowers, their color startling to the eye.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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