I've needed envelopes to send out thank you notes, so I drive to my storage unit…

Drawn into the perennial chrysanthemum clusters, their buds about to burst burnt orange petals with golden centers, I feel something about my future, something ethereal, which is what plants do best, for humans…

It's getting darker earlier now & ominously, for those of us working long days and returning to cold houses…

Though I might be deemed "social" by a panel of experts, I've grown used to the heavy silences of rural life, sparkling at times, thick with bird song or crickets; or predatory, as in sudden downpours of pelting weather, not warm…

My friend told me it would look like a driveway but if I turned in on the hairpin by the mailbox & drove over the wooden bridge, I'd see a metal gate, and the acres owned by the state, managed by a couple brothers named "Orvis"…

Things pop into your head…

Here at the end of goldenrod, shouldering a seismic weight that glitters & fades in the fields, she moves seamlessly from fullness of summer, to the torpor that pulls everything down…

It started with a flat tire this morning, & the good fortune of having a compressor on site, and a friend who took on the task of figuring out a Chevy Silverado tire change…

It's called "The White" but I'm not sure why…

When I open my eyes, the slant of light tells me it's not yet 6…

She sang about the dragon mother, launched onto Cameron's path, in the filtered sunlight of summer…

My keys were missing the next morning, after pizza night…

I remember pacing the 20 feet, thinking about a small building, a warming shed for XC-skiers, while winter raged outside…

It all goes by so fast. Even "the before it blooms" stage is like a blink, and then the blossom is gone…

The road to Hanksville is closed, on the Appalachian Gap side, for bridge repair…

I don't know what's wrong with the Kubota's 4WD but it couldn't get me to the upper garden, so I switched back to 2WD…

When the cat threw up on my pedal board case, I thought: I'm done with this…

I don't suppose it's revealing too much to say that when I got home, I found that someone had made this sign for me and stuck it prominently into the muddy lawn…

Why is it that most of the affordable used sinks are laying behind outbuildings, up towards St. Albans?

Without knowing, I passed the house, drove uphill on wicked washboard-corrugated dirt, wishing I'd switched to 4WD earlier…