The tea is English Breakfast (a blend); my favorite, but last night’s brew and not warmed up. I have been out twice, now, to take photographs of the wild flax flowers in the side garden, knowing that in a month, there will be none left. On my first outing for photos, I also photographed bittersweet (climbing) nightshade, which after some years of absence, is growing up through the NNW corner of our backyard fence. A few of the berries are still orange, but others are a bright and intense red.
I am looking forward to taking part, beginning Saturday, in a noncredit class in The Artist’s Way, going through it with the class led by an associate professor whom I met in an online Artist’s Way “graduate” group in the early 2000s.
I am expecting to receive the Day 2 10-Questions event through Reboot. Third year. The first question, although expected, has floored me. I am going to tackle it again after I get done with some chores around the house (and make a fresh pot of tea).
Now that the weather is turning cooler, I am feeling more comfortable in my own skin. Doing more of the physical chores around the house. I am not reading so much, as a result. Poetry is flowing more slowly, but it just pop in when I focus on it. One thing that helps is that I finally came across the place where I had set all of my glass cases (with eyeglasses in them) where I would be certain to remember the location. Temporarily, they’re all (except for sunglasses) sitting in my bedside shelving, where they’ve only been buried in papers once.
Having eaten my dinner salad as a bedtime snack, last night, I am thinking “soup” for lunch with a hard-boiled egg on the side.