July 7, 2018

Sweet Saturday morning rain, one of my favorite things.

Welts across my arms and wrists from where I rolled and moved the big living room carpet. Hope I remember to wear long sleeves the next time. Just moving the carpet (a big one, to be sure) has about ended my physical activity for the morning.

A bear took out DJ’s sheltering fence and damaged the elderberries I planted across the street. My elderberries are still green BBs. This is the same bear who tore out my basement windows, a bold male.

The Falls of the Wyona in the mail to Red Hen. Almost unbelievable progress on Tub. I sit and the images come. The images arrive riding on the words that make them.