Tuesday September 23rd 2014 Tim
The Artist is making a
marmalade from Green Tomato. The less active one is
whispering sweet nothings in the direction of his right
foot, and occasionally moving his left knee. And if you
wish to know why, it's because he can.
In another world these might be ordinary activities, but
here where I live there is crisp morning air, a respectable
blue to the sky, a refreshing breeze, and there seems to be
an eighth Compost Pile called "Scary Two."