Yard Work

I had to add this. After bringing in some chairs from our back yard, this poem became lodged in my head.



the red wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

-william carlos williams

This Morning

I woke up at 5 am , after an uneasy night of sleep, to a certain kind of magical morning. It smelled like Idaho. Rain soaked in to dry ground, the feeling that the heat will rise steadily until it's a hot afternoon.
I'm glad I stayed home last night.