something about coffee
Monday, January 31, 2011
[getting back in the saddle]
It's a cold day here in Tucson. With the hail came pink clouds and melted droplets on the rooftop of the little car.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
while I boiled a pot of farro on the stove
I stepped out my door and looked straight up into tree canopies (looking for nests; was unsuccessful) and ambled around my teeny "yard," brushing away fallen Mexican palo verde leaves with my shoe.