October 24, 2020

I keep thinking a certain day will be my last day in the garden, but maybe it will be this one. Planted the last shipment of peonies. Dug out rascal stands of bamboo and put Shasta daisy in the wounds thus opened up. Went briefly to the river, where I watched my beautiful duck dabble and nibble. Finished the “intermediate proof” for OBN.

Flashed on an image of myself walking the Hard Times trail a few days back. If this planet has a recollection of me, it’s probably that– a child walking in a great wilderness, under the rising moon, or perhaps a vault of trees, alone, maybe singing, stopping every few strides to listen-- fully, in those moments, happy.