On my way to work I passed the farm stand again, & the same jolt of color moved me again, so I said to myself: go to the bank on the way home, get cash to put in the self serve box and buy those damn petunias…

It was a week of driving to jobs, in different directions…

What is natural, anymore? …

The driveway was, well, terribly designed …

She texted me, let a little time go by, then busted me, around mid-day, walking into my yard to find me still dreamily snipping things with my scissors…

We sat with the baby at the table…

Often a day has so many moving parts, by the time you have a moment to reflect, the day is gone…

We all get pretty excited about a warm day, after so much rain and socked-in, characterless, muzzled skies…

We weren't sure but it was probably about after where we saw the tree on the deer camp, we started thinking about boundaries…

A place so odd, you stop to absorb what's not right about it, disconcerting & pleasurable all at once…

The fire's gone out, neglected while I was busy turning mountains into molehills, which is often what I'm doing…

Out & about with the old ridge runner, feeling it in my bones, as well…

A softer wind tonight, and as I raise my axe to try my luck at splitting, it blows my hair all around my face, which feels good…

I bought new wire snips after my old pair rusted shut, & set off for the barn, to take down a section of old fencing…

You gotta wonder sometimes, who could possibly think up the things we have to live through…

I love a mission before 9 am or earlier, that requires getting in my truck…

Maybe its just my mental state, but I feel like I have too much on my plate…

The turn back to cold, which I did not appreciate, none-the-less firmed up the dirt road, and allowed the sled to be pulled overland to the yurt, chock full of stove wood…

Sometimes we have to work hard to like ourselves, eh? …

The arc of my day unfolded in simple chapters: a trip to town, a quick walk up to the washed out culvert, countless mental miles, and a few emotional ones…