Grasshopper indulges me from time to time.
She's done this since she was little.
Give her some scrunchies and a brush.
And masterpieces are created.
And I get to feel the softness of her fingers.
She photographs too, so this is Grasshopper's photo essay.
I touch it and marvel at its coolness and life force. I often admire plants and trees and feel the beauty of life in them.
And just the other day I discovered a new fruit. Grasshopper does not like to eat the things she deems as friends... Will we bring this to our table some day?
I have often maintained that the best poet is ... the baker who ... does [the] majestic and unpretentious work of kneading the dough, consigning it to the oven, baking it in golden colours and handing us our daily bread as a duty of fellowship.
Before then...
this is ...
what you see. And so we gather outside and admire a nature's show of splendour.
