October 6, 2020

Before dawn trip for service at the Toyota dealership. I started a play about Artemisia Gentileschi on the covered patio while waiting. That taking 15 minutes, I headed off into the mountains, where I parked at Walnut Cover and entered the forest, moving north. All things being equal, I typically head north. Gold-green, wondrously silent forest. The sun broke again and again out of the cover of fog. Even a slight hill debilitates me, and so I must resolve to walk alone, or walk with someone wondrous patient. Dug and gardened when I came home, finishing off the “baby-blue-eyes,” a million seeds of which I bought without really knowing what they are.