The new chair is finally ready for paint!


In Which the Poet Fails to Grasp His Meaning

The dry leaf crumbling in the toddler’s fist, The cloud-form wind-rent at the careless naming, The fluttering dream that flees the day’s periphery, The memory-scent long rotted from its root: The lover hard pursued will not be kissed Nor love be raveled out from life’s polyphony; The truth, that beaten dog, is loath to trust us ’Til it lay its head unbidden at our foot. And still with art the cunning mind constructs

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Meanwhile, “Barry’s Crazy” cherry tomato is living up to its name. (I forget the names of flowers, but I have nine varieties of cherry tomatoes so I do try to keep track of those.) 🌱


Can’t remember what this is called, but it’s pretty. 🌱


Currently reading: Black Lamb and Grey Falcon by Rebecca West 📚


Photoblog challenge 5/31. Endurance. Dashiell had to endure another trip to the vet for his ear infection, so I let him take a selfie.


Photoblog challenge 5/30. Fish. There are minnows in there somewhere, but you can only see them when they’re moving. (I walked five miles through this city in search of a koi pond and no dice. It was either this or a can of sardines.)


Photoblog challenge 5/28, a day late. Fair. French curves make it easy to draw a fair curve. Easier, at least.


Photoblog challenge 5/29. Stripes. Underneath the umbrella on our outdoor table.


Photoblog challenge 5/27. Written. This from my daughter in 2014. I can neither confirm nor deny whether anyone was eaten.