Trees rustle like starched skirts, they swirl as they dance in the wind.
I got a little walk in, thankful every step for this place where I live.
Now to go drop off things at the library and go to the grocery and get ready for my boys. I finished listening to the Wally Lamb book and I did like it a great deal.
Mr. Lamb has run a writing program in a woman's prison for over fourteen years. I find that remarkable. That has nothing to do with the book or perhaps it does.
As Bruce Springsteen says in his beautiful song, "You're Missing," everything is everything.
The shadow of a spider working on her web crawls up the screen of the porch, the chickens are clucking as they eat the seeds the wild birds scatter. The cat lays in the sun, a puddle of orange in a puddle of silver.