February 28, 2026

Gardening in cool spring light. Had a bad night– awful thoughts, awful dreams, which somehow transmuted into a glad day. Woke and wrote a poem while it was still dark. Finished filling the raised beds, planted a snow white Lenten hellebore. Lunch with DJ. 

Trump attacks Iran during the night. Cannot face the thousand ways in which the attack is illegal, immoral, monstrous. Trump and Netanhayu like two jackals that attack another jackal and think they’re doing something useful for the world.