July 14, 2015

Wondrous still morning. Dark, damp. Wind came last night, blowing out the upstairs screen and breaking my 10’ swamp hibiscus off at the base. It was maybe two days from blooming.  Went to harvest my eggplants, to find they had all been stolen, cut off with a knife. The peaches, also stolen, were visible from the street, but this was more intimate. Whoever did it had to know they were there, and walk to the depths of my property. This is not the sort of neighborhood in which people actually need food. If I thought that was the case, I’d forget about it. Felt off physically yesterday, feel well today, How to figure these things? But for spot revision, I have finished “The Law of Christ among the Birds.”