The wind is gusting through the trees. The fog is hovering close, not quite ready to descend down the hill. I watch the altar candle flame dance around as the wind comes in through the open windows.

Quiet day as I do my daily tasks.

Am going to bed early again tonight.

My sun flowers in the front yard are blooming.

I'm eating the garden lettuce and sugar peas. The nasturtiums are out running the deer bites, just barely.
the little pips are jumping from tree limb to tree limb.

I have finally gone through my week's supply of mail.

Now I have to pay bills.

I am glad to be alive.

Flying into LA I saw many golf courses. I wonder which one my brother played on. The vibrant green of the links were in contrast to the dry hills and desert. Flying so high I couldn't actually see golfers or cars, just the green grass and the blue of swimming pools in back yards.

I am glad to be home.

OK. I am out of here. I'm flying to New York for week to visit family. When I come back I will start post again. Thanks for stopping by.
Kathy

In the late afternoon I am sitting outside by the garden. Great gusts of wind come up from the drifting fog. Crows are calling out their dislike of our streets water breaks have been fixed.

The giant sunflower is breaking into bloom.

All is well again.

The seven year old girl and I were eating a snack in the front yard and watching the bees in the nasturtiums.

she answered the phone and I could here her say, oh she is busy watching bees right now.

Neither of us are afraid of the bees and watch them go from flower to flower.

Came home from my afternoon walk and there were two at&t trucks at my telephone pole. One man was in the basket at the top of the pole. I asked the man on the street if he could tighten the low lying telephone line coming to my house. He said I would have to call 611. I said that I have many times but I can't get through to a human since my phone seems to be working. He said I have to keep pushing the buttons.

I felt so hopeless, Look this line is dangerous to the little boys in the neighborhood. He looked at the drooping line and then yelled up to the guy in the basket. Hey, tighten the telephone line and he pulled something and the line was tightened. ten seconds max.

I wanted to kiss him.