Monday, September 16, 2019

Watering the front yard.  The oak moths are back but the oak trees are bare.  They are hovering around the lavender plants.

In the late fall, twenty five years ago, I fell in love with an ordinary tree in the dining room patio at Tassajara. This tree suddenly, without my noticing, turned its green leaves into bright yellow leaves, a yellow I had never seen in leaves before. We took turns bathing in this luminous tree.  Then, the leaves fell to the ground and slowly turned brown.  I still love this tree.

Started reading LATE MIGRATIONS, a natural history of love and loss, by Margaret Renkl.  A lovely book, written in short chapters about her family and her observations of nature.