October 24, 2019

Sobering thought: the widely lamented Elijah Cummings was a year younger than I.

Early to High Five, where I added many pages to Sam-sam. I had been feeling weak and breathless, more than usual, and that worried me. But unexpected bulbs arrived, and I had to deal with them. Planted peonies (how many peonies can one possibly desire?), anemone, tiger lily, and tore out the vast stand of cosmos that had taken over the front garden. At the end of all that, I was not exhausted, but rather energized and ebullient. As I worked, a clutch of crows chased a hawk with a pure white belly across my yard.