Monday, November 9, 2015


First thing this morning what looked like several dozen robins swooped down from one of the trees across the street and spent fifteen minutes pulling worms out of our soggy lawn.

Around 4:00 I couldn't bear being in the house another minute, so I took a soggy walk through the puddle-filled low trail down to a place where I had a fine view of the fields, which look like rice paddies today.

I picked up several soggy items to bring home and draw in the dry warmth of the house-- a soaked and flattened pine cone, a piece of oyster mushroom, a strip of dripping bark, a hollowed-out acorn that was sitting in a puddle on a tree stump.  Now my coat pocket is soggy.

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