A Monday meander: After the storms

Little Doe, who is not so little anymore, came by early this morning to say hello (and eat some breakfast, judging by the grass sticking out of her mouth).

We part at the crossroads,
You leave with your joys and problems,
I with mine. Alone, I look down the road.
Each one must walk one’s own path.

~ Deng Ming-Dao, 365 Tao