As I dip back into my novel for the re-write, I picked up an Annie Dillard’s “The Writing Life” and this paragraph sung to me,
“Your work is to keep cranking the fly wheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.”
A pumpkin growing next a mass of lavender.
Mia and I on our hike of the Djerassi grounds. She brought a killer Gouda. Mia also managed to have short lived relationship with a caterpillar named “wheatabix.”
Funny boys, Ben and K2 enjoying the creek bed.
Some yellow hot love going on between banana slugs. They sort of lick each other in their puddle of goo. Fascinating and sort of gross.