For the last little while, it has felt as though my muse moseyed on out of my sphere. Oh, I flipped through magazines, joined the Pinterest boards, cooked mashed cauliflower (a huge hit that shall be repeated) and ate a few cookies too many. Life was just - plain life.
It turns out that Madame Muse had moseyed on down to Louisiana where I caught up with her.
As I look at the branches of the crepe myrtle (photo foreground), it appears that perhaps that same smoothness was used in the porch above.
A moment of wonder.
A pause in life - away from life - where peace can be felt.
Struggling to understand how Mama Cat managed to sneak in unseen and birth her babies under the bed in which I slept.
Madame Muse, once again you have led me back to my place. I am me once again. Thank you.