randoms

Tuesday – How could you not be a tough cookie working in a laundramat? Zen master, I’m enchanted, between one summer walk and a second. No alarm necessary, scrub (blue) jay hopping from one side of a roof to the other. Meanwhile, my degree of Monday socializing in the coffee shop is sky high. Yesterday I began doodling again. And someone reached out about a dresser. And twice yesterday I made a special effort to hold the door for a traveler with arms full.

This poem – “News of warmth bursts the plum – spring comes to the cold branches.”