On this Lammas day,
I seem to have been given a breather by the Universe,
between bouts of intense shape-shifting.
So it's entirely possible
now that my new schedule has taken effect
that I'll spend all day in my pajamas.
Or maybe not.
May your harvest be bounty*full and beyond your wildest dreams this season.
(And if you're in the Southern hemisphere while reading this...may you have the courage to dream bodaciously as you select which seeds to plant this year.) ;-)