I’m getting used to the sleeping patterns of a working adult and need to pass out now. But I do have stuff to talk about. Not just right now. The birds and I are in a holding pattern until tomorrow. Enjoy.
“I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.”–Wendell Berry