Spring brought a rich uninterrupted carpet of garden thyme to my doorstep, but what caused the vaguely rectangular hole? Well, I know, but I’d rather muse about some mysterious occurrence an unexplained core sampling of the herb bed by unseen mischievous “doers.”
I pondered this off and on over the summer and now it’s October. All that pondering is beginning to produce results.
Here is the first.

Location:Muse Scenic Studio