March 12, 2024

Sat beside the river and wrote, buying, with part of my sandwich, the company of the local white Lab. Sitting with me in the sun, his primary qualities were dignity and solidity. He doubted nothing about himself. He was kind and stayed with me as long as he thought right, then moved on.

Back in the garden, back at the removal of vines.

Unusual sense of well-being, as though some blessing came as foam on the ripples of a tide.