Four leaves, two stuck with the morning dew on each boot.
I didn’t pay them much attention until I was bent over scraping Fanny hoof. Then I saw the tiny rows of clustered circles. I knew they were eggs but could only really see them when I took a picture with my iPhone.
Now I can’t stop looking at them. They make me think of Eva Hesse’s sculpture and drawings. Not one in particular, but the combined feeling of many of them.
I still don’t know what has already or might yet hatch from them.
