Monday, July 23, 2007

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
a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

-william carlos williams

Saturday, July 21, 2007

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.