Monday, January 28, 2019

We meet to write on a Sunday morning in Pacific Grove.  Our usual coffee house hang out.  And before we notice we have used up our writing energy in talking, wonderful talking but still not writing.  We have to catch the writing energy early or it is lost.

A woman friend came over in the late afternoon to pull weeks in my garden.  She loves plant and trees and dirt.  I encourage her.  My garden loves her and wonders what is wrong with me.  I sit in the house and read. My living room loves me sitting in my favorite chair.