Zen Monday #247

Welcome to Zen Monday, where you caption the photo, mostly because I don’t know what to say. Read the Full Story at Pasadena Daily Photo

Welcome to Zen Monday, where you caption the photo, mostly because I don’t know what to say. Read the Full Story at Pasadena Daily Photo

Welcome to Zen Monday, where you caption the photo, mostly because I don’t know what to say. Read the Full Story at Pasadena Daily Photo

The plum I grow in my garden tastes better than any other plum, be it from the grocery store, a farmer’s market, or even a neighbor’s yard. This is my very own plum. I made it. Like a cake, only it took longer. My father didn’t take much interest in gardening. Perhaps he’d spent too [...]

The plum I grow in my garden tastes better than any other plum, be it from the grocery store, a farmer’s market, or even a neighbor’s yard. This is my very own plum. I made it. Like a cake, only it took longer. My father didn’t take much interest in gardening. Perhaps he’d spent too [...]

The plum I grow in my garden tastes better than any other plum, be it from the grocery store, a farmer’s market, or even a neighbor’s yard. This is my very own plum. I made it. Like a cake, only it took longer. My father didn’t take much interest in gardening. Perhaps he’d spent too [...]

The plum I grow in my garden tastes better than any other plum, be it from the grocery store, a farmer’s market, or even a neighbor’s yard. This is my very own plum. I made it. Like a cake, only it took longer. My father didn’t take much interest in gardening. Perhaps he’d spent too [...]

Your weekly Zen, Zenlate. Did it again. Same as last week. Forgot to publish. I should go back to a paper calendar. Read the Full Story at Pasadena Daily Photo

Your weekly Zen, Zenlate. Did it again. Same as last week. Forgot to publish. I should go back to a paper calendar. Read the Full Story at Pasadena Daily Photo

Your weekly Zen, Zenlate. Did it again. Same as last week. Forgot to publish. I should go back to a paper calendar. Read the Full Story at Pasadena Daily Photo

Today marks the tenth anniversary of the day Boz came to live with us. I think of it as his birthday. He was an adult when we got him, but we don’t know how old he is. He probably isn’t less than twelve or more than fifteen. For Boz, adoption was liberation: escape from the [...]