17 beats

Little grasshoppermarching up the beamlike a detail that matters.

How nice to walk in the forest and not have to think much about bears!

I can’t see past those hills they call mountains, but I am okay with that. 

Tonight I’ve got windows to a fabulous view, they saybut I’ve been traveling in the dark.

Civil War stones to mark privilege and power and chance –these things,at least.

This vacation has disrupted my routines for how I work this space.

Light in the dark is time spent with family here in Franklin Tennessee.

Grocery shopping today was all kinds of wonder and privilege and fun.

We took a long bumpy ride in the sky to this land where night is dark.

Today we split the rest of last year’s trees for tomorrow’s memories.

Not very long ago I wondered if the green would ever return.

Grey skies hang heavy so I go looking for these scrappy spots of gold.

The learning goes ever on, but we called this the last day of school.

I’ve found the sunshine vitamin works best when taken with a blue sky.

The sunshine vitamin matters in so many ways that I can tell.

Bright red stalkschopped and readyto serve as our first taste of the season.

The sun still sits high in the overcast sky at 8:30pm.

The color greenevery direction now – soul-filling,life-giving green. 

Lightning, thunder, hail, and then a view of that moon in the evening sky.

I shovel to think and I shovel because I do not have to think.

To live herenow is to plant a row of apple trees in the backyard.

Broken Bridgeswith detours yet unknown, not learned –Flash Flood freaky brain.

My boy came in from his garden with a fist full of goldand that smile.

I see youlooking at melooking at you – are you counting beats too?