The road is gently marked by a hand painted sign, & then the driveway off the driveway, not at all…

I've learned to use gas pumps without card readers again, like learning to push eight buttons in succession, on a phone that is not, also, a computer …

It's not often, but sometimes, I feel compelled to put my face on a post, to let anyone who might care, that I'm here…

There are days, and there are days …

My commute to work typically includes 1-2 gaps, thankfully these days, not three…

I miss a whole day of rain …

A road, could be anywhere…

It's too hot to work but I have an edge to put in, so I push beyond what's comfortable, knowing that I've done it before…

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? …