Feathers of Fluff

One Mother's Day morning I happened upon a gaggle of goslings who were just old enough to be venturing out on their own.









Shhhhhh, gosling sleeping.










It was hard to tell which of the larger geese were the "Momma's" but it felt like a but of fluffy Mother's Day magick to me.

Simplicity

Have you ever wondered whether the roots of a tree might look like the branches that sprawl into the sky, if you shook the dirt from them, and gave them air?