Private note for Nancy and her cat Bernice: Nance, I just mailed off last year's Compass with your b'ful Mardi Gras mask on the back cover. Sent it to Friends Hospital b/c they never refer patients to us.
Our family is getting ready for Jade's wedding on Saturday at 5:30 pm in New Hope. Scott has two Armani suits he got from a friend. He got them hemmed and will look gorgeous in em. I told him he doesn't have to wear a tie but he insists.
Just thot of a good name for a country song: Wedding Blues.
Doc Watson died at age 89 thother day. I really dug him and enjoyed listening to to the previously recorded Fresh Air interview.
I particularly loved the featured Times video of Doc playing with Earl Scruggs.
Listen to it here. I love the way Earl is watching Doc's finger-picking.
Did my gardening at twilight yesterday. The weeds come in faster than the speed of light.
Photos please:
She was over and asked, What did you sweeten it with?
Nothing. I have diabetes and limit my sugar to: Mom's brownies, Sara McNarbour's rhubarb-strawberry pie, and memories of Royal Pudding's vanilla pudding, which is in my cupboard now awaiting attention.
The mailman just came: Large envelope reads: Ruth Deming, Your new Defenders of Wildlife calendar is enclosed.
Perfect! I was looking for a wedding gift for Jade and Matt.
GARDENING AT TWILIGHT
Who says I am any different
from the weeds I pull
or the white-faced dianthus that
wafts its fragrance through the air
the darkening sun
lowers itself behind
the Kelly’s pool
I squint and see a blurry moon
not yet in its lonesome state
since all about the darkening hour
we feed each other with our breath
my clippers shear the hasta leaves
that block the sidewalk
I carry them accompanied by
fireflies to the backyard where I
toss them behind the shed
they too are not alone
but join the eternal rhythm
of this senseless revolving planet
we call home.
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