Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


Last photo for today. Here is another of my plants floweing. The delicate white buds open open one flower at a time and seem to be creeping up the stalk very slowly. The smell is like a rich vanilla, just great for swinging in the hammock and reading about World War II.


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