Sunday, June 23, 2019

Right outside my second story bedroom window Saturday morning I saw the oak tree crew tearing away at the accumulated deadly moss.  face to face.

A large bouquet of orange, gold, yellow and lavender flowers in a glass vase are smooched together.  Each large flower tries to be the queen pushing the others away. I tell them to stop.  No winner in sight.  They have mastered the skill of stillness and I am restless.

This morning I read the article about Elizabeth Warren in the current New Yorker.  Yes, she knows what she is talking about.  I am excited.

I write notes in a small notebook and now I am thinking I should use a large notebook for big ideas.