March 19, 2012

Dream. I had gotten a job as a waiter in a happy– and quite sprawling-- restaurant, something on the order of The Usual when Kathy and Les had it. I was being shown the ropes, how to handle the cash register and all. Some friends came in and ordered complicated frozen green drinks, and I had brought them on a tray that not only carried the drinks but told you how to make them.

Slimmest sliver of moon rose in the east just before dawn, the great fogs moving under it like waves of a sea.

Set out the hummingbird feeders.

Hellebore in mounds scattered about the yard, like volcanoes of white, purple, dull scarlet. This is their best year.