It comes down to, doesn’t it?, the daily countings: the chores, the blessings, the challenges, the joys, the days that have past, those that may remain, dollars left in the wallet, the toes of the new baby, number of days since last period, number of blossoms on the hydrangea, crows on the power line, likes … Continue reading Then to the questions

The neighbor’s cat likes to sit on our deck. Its bump of a bum often greets me in the morning through the backdoor window as it stares into the underbrush. I guess we have better underbrush over here. I wonder if the cardinals too are watching the cat watching, if the cardinals’ cardinal rule is … Continue reading As I step past a wall of blue

I like birds, like watching the hop hop hop of robin across the lawn, the bounce bounce of crow around carrion in the street. The flying. Slow flap of heron, high circle of vulture, quick zip of some little brown thing in the underbrush. Cheep cheep. I stop sometimes on my bike ride at a … Continue reading The work of wings