2013-Today the days start lengthening at both ends so to speak. There’s a translucent quality to the sky just after sunset, the yellows and blues reflected in the snow. When the radio’s turned off, its hard to credit that world at all when this one is so powerfully still and peaceful. If there’s to be magic in the world, we must make it. And the beginning of making is choosing-deciding what to select and what to set aside.
A squirrel has found his way to the bird feeder, so that’s the end of that-unless I can saw off that little branch and make it too far for him to jump. We’ll see.
I don’t need TV.
I see a little clown suit
On Mr. Squirrel.
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