Wednesday, August 19, 2020

I saw a herman gull sitting on the fence at San Carlos beach Tuesday morning. Also a flock of small black birds and a bunch of crows.

The old dead oak tree in my neighbor’s yard looks lethal.  I can’t complain.  Birds sit on the dry limbs checking out the neighborhood.

Sickly yellow light this Wednesday morning.  Ash falls on the deck, the car and the house. I look for the updates of the local fires in Salinas and Carmel Valley. I am breathing carefully.

I start reading WRITING WILD, women poets, ramblers, and mavericks who shape how we see the natural world by Kathryn Aalto. A distraction from the fires and heat and viruses.