July 14, 2012

Yellow dawn. Kevin greeting it.

When I came into the study, an indigo bunting was perched within the rose bush.

 A robin lay drowned in Kevin’s favorite pond. Maybe he was telling me that, and I didn’t know how to listen.

Painted well early morning at the studio. Planted a mulberry tree and a surrounding apron of heliotrope in light opened by the breaking of the branch. Still sweating from the labor, which includes, as ever, the breaking of tangles of vines and the uplifting of endless massive stones. But it means I can nap in good conscience the rest of the afternoon.