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praise for good tools andespecially this hand hoe which is my favorite

when the trail narrows turns hardtoo steepmay you find space to set your feet

On these days so wet and greythe yellow dog smiles and sunshine is served.

blooms run up the stalktime and trouble won’t stopbeauty is grace for now

A yellow streak Would launch in gorgeous flight Precisely To catch this ball.

Our yellow dograided the carrot patch againnot for the last time.

racing time defying temperaturegorgeous lifeno matter the odds

Scarcity feels like treasure in this two-handed strawberry harvest.

The sun showed up to paint our sky at the end of this drippy grey day.

The Dotties seem to think they know something about imagination.

In these lowlands look and see – where is the room for imagination?

A dahlia named Maui unfolds in our backyardstay-at-home summer.

When I leave this placeI’m sure gonna miss walking in summer’s long light.

Walking the road always watching andhoping to see where light shines through.

Getting this day startedwith coffeesome chickens anda yellow dog.

Watching chickens be chickens feels like seeing the essence of a thing. 

My gardener stopped in and left some dinner ideas on the counter. 

I don’t know how to count beats for this except to say, I love this kid!

My boy brought flowers in from the neighbors’ yard and left them here like this. 

These sweet backyard flavor bombs explode into fragments of my childhood.

A Kentucky summer just rolled in my cinnamon, sugar, and dough.

Waves of grain are not yet amber and all the people are not yet free.

rosebananasunshinepineappledandelioneven the dog

little ladybugliving into potential feasting on aphids