July 28, 2016

The penalty of my not checking email often enough is that my short play “Waiting for the Witch” goes up in Tacoma next month, and I hadn’t known about it until they sent me a copy of the poster.  Interruption of a long dry spell.

Weeded and hoed the back garden. Layers of mulch makes that easy going, though I could feel the blaze of the sun on my upturned bottom. The beauty of the garden now is the purple spike of meadow rue.