It has been a busy winter and spring. Trip to Portland, Poet and poetry, digging holes to plant and to get rid of weeds, moving office stuff, getting ceremonies in order.
I’ve done archiving, too, but that’s like complaining when offered a fine dessert.
Sure, I’ll just have to eat that sweet bit of chocolate because I’m noble.
Monday I will begin to better bond with the hammock.
It is my gift to me. The time I’ll be kicking back will also be my gift.
I’m ready – to enjoy the very local vista.