friday 5:46 p.m.

* Yogi tulips in our kitchen, stretching and bending towards the light

This morning there was chocolate mint tea with a dear friend and this afternoon brought thunder and hurried raindrops after months of absence. In this breath I am grateful for a husband home again after another week away, this time in Shanghai and Tokyo. I am grateful for the sound of my mother's cheerful voice on the phone, the funny dog curled up in his bed by my side, and spaghetti squash with marinara (made with rosemary and oregano from the garden) for dinner.

Life is sweet. I hope for you too.

a terrace in paris

Bud spent last week working in Europe and sent this picture of his "makeshift terrace" from a Paris hotel room. Though I was unable to accompany him on this trip, I do have a special visit of my own planned to the City of Light in November. It's been six years since I've seen Paris and I am envisioning long walks in the rain and hours spent in cafes scribbling in my notebook and sipping chocolat chaud. A first time visit to Shakespeare and Company bookstore is a must. I've also been daydreaming about Laduree macaroons since my last trip. As for the rest, the possibilities are endless and exciting!

Where would your Parisian adventure begin?

we ate tangelos under a big orange moon

 

 We ate tangelos under a big orange moon and smelled of campfire, eucalyptus, and starlight.

gone campin'

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we 

unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.

- Thoreau

myth or folklore

she lived daylight

in upside down

ochre daydreams

but knew by heart

the fullness of the moon,

every slanted angle.

the cunning starlight

aghast! in wonder

told her secrets to the wanderlust of the wind

and soon even

unexpected adjectives of the ocean

recognized the heartbeat red folklore

of her murmured name.