September 24, 2016

Rehearsal for the bishop’s installation. Almost wept with frustration going, though it was all right once I was there.
   
Planted iris against the fence, then mulched the spot, like covering a sleeping child with a blanket. The dirt was dust. It looked like a movie of people digging graves in the Wild West.
   
Got together the collection Me with a White Rose in My Hand. Worked hard at writing. Thirsty and exhausted now. Through the study window the northern sky looks green.