A Dewdrop Mirror

The morning air felt cool on my yarn face. Right at the foot of the porch steps, a big zinc watering can stood dripping slow, clear tears onto the plank below. I tiptoed closer to investigate. One fat, trembling droplet hung right off the rim! I tilted my head, holding my green sprig up like an umbrella, and peered inside that round water bead. There I was—tiny, upside-down, and very pink! When my sprig brushed the drop, it splashed into a neat damp circle on the weathered wood. #willa&gus @amigorumisumi_710