I will just doa walk and check on things. 4:36 says his clock. I should go back to bed.

Oh yes, the biscuits.

Tiny snails trying to make it over thick blades of grass. They do not quit. They do not quit.

Always so good to see and hear her. I realize that I won’t get to sit with her in her home this year, maybe not even next year. Wow.

I see life. I hover over each one and thank them for perking up, apologize to the ones with yellowing leaves, and promise them that I’m trying to do my best, beseeching them to help me out and tell me what they need.

I finish the last few episodes and feel renewed.

They ask me if I’ve had hammock time. I haven’t. But I am outside, as much as possible.

Miracles are scattered beyond.

“A story is yours alone until it is spoken. When words are secret, it is you who decides if they exist.” — Natalie Singer, California Calling

Dessert is a handful of fruit and words.