Poem

If you collect enough words in your tin bucket , and let them mellow a while sometimes you'll find a little bit of a poem. Its magic.

Rain.

Sometimes I sit at a table on a Tuesday afternoon and watch the rain outside. Its been a good year for rain watching all around.

Befriend Rocks & Folk

Last weekend I met up with some forest folk at a familiar Farm to make friends with some rocks. Bruce conferred with the rocks and an idea was formed. The earth, the rocks, the water, the people and one dog all worked together and a wall was made. And fun was had.

And it's a beautiful wall.