I am sitting in the F.Star Rio Grande, day two of time off from work.  The house finally closed yesterday, and Ma’am and I moved much of the heavy stuff into Sol/Soul/Sole Casita (the name for the tiny studio apartment I am now renting.)  I loved living in the South Valley, and loved even more that it had a name, Sunhaven.  Thus when I first put ( Read more... )

Contemplative this morning (with coffee in hand)
Weekdays blur into teen drama and the smell of public school
thank god for the stretch of weekends, where i find refuge.

i am thinking about all the posts here on this account, and some from long ago i have deleted. You know how it goes; one's life changes and much later the realization hits:  i am not ( Read more... )

Blessed Mabon, everyone…
I was working in Ma’am’s garden early this morning; the air was almost cool enough to frost the breath as I pulled the spent squash plants from the earth and shook any surviving squash bugs from the softening stems (squishing the bugs adamantly, of course.) The Rube Goldberg bean towers are still producing Blue Lake beans, ( Read more... )