August 18, 2014

First day of class. I move forward in the dark of the morning under the illusion that everything is done and ready. Productive Sunday. . . productive Saturday before it. Though my new computer has apparently been invaded by malware at the very outset. The seven foot swamp hibiscus I transplanted from 62, and which I knew to be red in its original place, has bloomed white as snow.  I will write this down in the miracle column. Another walk under the great canopy of dark