Pruning and Writing

The bathrooms are clean, the floors are clean, and we are clean. And since the weather is dry and sunny, after our afternoon walk I’ll be able to resume work on the fig tree. I have nothing else to do in any formal sense, nothing “important.” And anyway, I’m convinced that tending to ordinary, everyday details, and really paying attention to them, is the best thing I have to offer at the moment, and the best I may ever have to offer. I’m willing to offer more, or something different, should an appropriate idea present itself. Up to now, though, all I’ve ever managed was pruning and writing, and pruning the writing, and writing about pruning. So be it. No problems discussed. No problems solved. No anger expressed. No opinions ventured. Just someone saying it’s winter, the sun is shining, and he’s glad he’s still alive.

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