Minor Mendings

I blinked … and lost a month and a half. I sat down to this journal tonight, thinking it hadn’t been so long … after all, it was 75 degrees last week. But no – it’s mid November. I didn’t…

A Seed is Its Own Energy Source

50° mornings. The back porch shaded until well after noon. I keep migrating the peppers, still bearing so many hopefuls, looking for any spot that escaped the sun’s sudden cold shoulder. Before I grew things, I loved the fall. The…

All My Friends Are Pen Pals

It used to be when someone moved to a new state, I could promise a visit sooner than any other friend could make it out, touring as I do. One time, I made good only three days after they…