: Cradling soft toes while mine dissolve into the pull of the sea. Even here I am held.
: He’s a grown man and he’ll do yard work without a shirt if he wants to
: We reach the lion torso at the end of the drawbridge. “Where is its head?” you look up at me. “I …
: Finished reading: Confession by Leo Tolstoy 📚
: Idle hands I received over a hundred bites from no-see-ems at the shore on Thursday. The next two days I …
: Currently reading: The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder 📚
: Currently reading: The Death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy 📚
: Finished reading: The Lost Art of Dying by L.S. Dugdale 📚
: My first orchid & a memory: three years ago I put an ice cube on an ill coworker’s office …
: Currently reading: Mother Maria Skobtsova: Essential Writings by Mother Maria 📚
: The shore resembles the Sonoran desert today, with large deposits of sargassum and shells instead of …
: unhurried mornings at the park wonky saturation and contrast
: Spiderwort springing all over 🌱
: Currently reading: Kristin Lavransdatter by Sigrid Undset 📚
: Neighbors gathering on the street corner for the town’s annual Christmas golf cart parade 🎄
: Plopped Max along the path yesterday and he crawled right to the pink powder puff. This morning I …
: Heard for the first time today “You lay with dogs, you’ll end up with fleas.” …
: Sunshine Mimosa spreading where the sidewalk ends
: Learning where/what all the conduits are in my garden, mostly by nicking them with trowels and …