This morning

This morning, a little brown bunny hops across the dewy grass. Robins scoot, heads down in the lawn, plucking worms. Birds sing outside our closed windows; it’s too chilly this morning to open them. This morning, Tubbles lays across my arms as I write. She whacks me with her tail and looks at me sideways. … Continue reading This morning

Off the cuff

It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, and the world outside the open windows is black as ink. I’ve run three times this week, with my first steps beginning later with each run. I don’t want to come across a skunk in the dark. I started a garden journal last winter to help me draw my … Continue reading Off the cuff