First Light

Just after dawn I set out along the gravel road. At the spot I had marked I climbed over the barbwire fence and through a maze of tall willows.

Years ago someone had dug a water hole here for cattle. Now only wildlings come to drink.

Over time nature reclaimed the huge hump of dirt and planted her own garden. This morning the rising sun revealed what she sowed.


Arnica   Arnica spp.