Waiting for Rain
afternoon sun / the first ripe apple / and an oven to bake it in . [ 1581 ]
afternoon sun / the first ripe apple / and an oven to bake it in . [ 1581 ]
Health, leisure, good fortune, and very modest means. Blueberries, and other transitory things. No desire to possess or own. Catkins and birch-bits. Sunflowers. Bees. Cucumbers. The spider in my hair, taken back outside. Aware — yes, aware — there are troubles in the world. Hunger. Suffering. Violence. Greed. Pain. Wildfire. Drought. Climate change. The poses we assume. The lies we tell. The games we play. Aware — yes, aware — […]
For every drop we waste, there’s someone somewherewho would weep at the sight. Tears, too, are made of water. Silver Falls State Park July 8, 2022 . [ 1484 ]
Little by little, the ocean is breathing life into the valley. The air is still dangerous to breathe, but now it contains far more moisture, which is helping to slow the spread of the fires. Yesterday afternoon, there was a lot more bird and squirrel activity — the birds bathing, splashing, and scratching for seeds and worms, the squirrels with nuts in their mouths, scurrying along the fence tops. Humans […]