April 17, 2026

Huge gardening day. Hollyhocks in the street garden. Nicotiana tabacum in a cedar planter on the front porch.  Angel’s trumpet in the back. Much watering against this blistering drought. Filled the watergarden, raised slightly the level in the pond. A squirrel got in through the bear’s tear in the screen and confronted me in the kitchen. Tonight’s task is to choose poems for tomorrow’s reading in Black Mountain. When the question of what to wear to the reading went through my head, I thought first of a blue Nehru jacket I had when I was a junior in high school. I must have thought I looked good in that.