Sunday, August 4, 2019

A sea gull stands on my glass ceiling right over my head.  White underbelly, straggly legs.  First time ever.

I look at the dead flowers on the geraniums and wonder if pinching them off before they go to seed, I am torturing them unnecessarily.

There is a blue tree near the intersection of El Dorado and Pacific Streets in Monterey.  I smile when I see it from my car window.

I am so moved by the PBS American Masters show on THE WORLDS OF URSULA Le GUIN.  I want to reread all of her books.