Thursday, March 14, 2013

I know what I said;

I said we were just about ready to bust. And, as is always the case when the present seems unmoving, the present had passed just as soon as I wrote it down.


Given a south-facing rock wall and a few days of sunshine, the present becomes something heretofore unrecognizable.



My goodness--suddenly serious work is impending! All of the putting-off of plans, the wavery envisioning, the procrastinatory daydreaming: OVER.
 

GET READY FLOWER PEOPLE
these boots feel so good