I was trying to catch up after missing a weekend with my "Great States" American Lawn Mower Co. manual reel mower, & the clover was definitely giving me a run for my money…

I was very close to someone in my dreams …

It was an old captain's chair; its brown canvas mellowed by age and it ripped when he sat down, half ejecting him onto the porch floor…

I searched for the break in the fireweed, where the tromped path goes down…

We had a tractor today, which was pretty great…

I learned early on, to leave most of my family & friends un-featured, or totally out of sight, on social media…

Honestly, when I have weeks that are as complicated & morally demanding as these last few have been, I meet my physical work with a resolute spirit & force of will, bar none…

It's not unheard of in my profession, to sit splay-legged under a shrub, holding a tool…

Certain things become oddly satisfying, when you are single…

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…