The contractor said a little thing to me, he was always doing that several years ago — like little zen koans or? It was this: “where our focus goes, our energy flows.”
So I focused on the beautiful and the small.
Like the moon. Like shells on the sand as butterflies.
I got seeds for Shirley Poppies. Doubles and Singles — Mignonette fraises du bois, Heirloom poppies that are similar to Orientals in their beauty. Have decided to make a poppy garden if possible where the sun lands in the backyard. If I can. I’m going to move the rocks from the front and make beds in the sun for them.
Day 12 anti-d. Better except yesterday, because it was that terrible day of remembrance.
Flowers. Something I always did. Cooking. Something I always did.
I soaked some black beans for soup. Probably today I will make it.
These are the ochre cliffs at the beach in late fall light…