spring-like 28°f

It's how we trip all over ourselves

In the mornings I make fresh fruit juice. I leave the tap water running and rinse off all the fruit I will.use. my carbon footprint is probably more than a foot deep daily..

in a couple of weeks I'll be headed out towards the hot dog stands

when it's cold outside and not quite the month of may

shall we call it a night

just before and just after

Patty's magnolia on a cold wet overcast spring morning...

this song brought on my first existential dilemma in '65 of course. I remember the exact place and the feeling that swept over me.

I was thinking about this the other day ...my mother used to o say, you don't even know half of the story.

I see what you were getting in at

saturday stripes

it's like finding a precious gem

not suitable for soup

I love when something simple makes me feel good

Thank you Paula, it took us by surprise...

slow turns can be painful

gas prices aren't very high if you were born rich and never drove a car

fulfilling its promise

it's smarts like hell

Willy died the other morning unexpectedly and even though there's a cacuphony of sound and life going on around me, I miss my dog.

I took this as a good sign

"losing love is like a window in your heart". Paul Simon

it's just stuff they do

Last night before going to bed, I read a few of Jane Hirshfield's poems. This particular one I thought would be a perfect poem for pastoral care. Of course, the perfect situation has to present itself. Much like a stray cat at your doorstep. & his cat said, enough of the bullshit, I need some treats

affording you the possibility

And of course, at times, other things have to be taken into account

photography can be such an intrusion. This morning I wondered what the woman on the roadside was seeing, what it was that she was taking in

Saturday morning on our walk, a woman pulled over on the roadway cutting through the park & was taking a pic of a seagull perched on a lamppost. Willy & I paused so as not to disturb her or the gull. When she was done clicking, she realized we were standing close by. She seemed a little embarrassed

It has become an ingrained routine