July 22, 2009

The garden–now in a veil of silver rain–is yellow and red, like a garden a child would draw. The cannas are just now coming into bloom. Each year I am surprised to re-learn that they are gold fringed with orange, like clear flame. Inventing recipes to deal with the bounty from the vines.

Work rushing forward on Earthly Power. The successes of New York gave me confidence.

Working out twice a day, and still have energy to spare.