Yesterday, my friend Jeffery Beam, an accomplished and much-published poet, and I went to a local high school class that had been studying his work. Jeffery talked and read and sang. He's a wonderful performer. Miss Kostrewa's class, an impressive group, listened closely and asked good questions. I drew. If I could figure out a justification (other than my own enjoyment) to go and sketch a high school literature class once a week for a year, I'd do it. How great would that be? I love high school age people.
My garden has been sucking my life's blood lately. Here's a photo. Of my garden, not of it sucking my blood. My garden's wider than it seems in this photo. Note the diamond shapes, the stonework in the middle ground. Today those shapes were filled with and surrounded by fieldstone. And then the whole thing had to be dug up and redone. The surface was tilting like a deck of a sea-tossed ship. My stonemason liked me better before this happened. This, too, is life.