I recently moved from a huge house to a small house. In an insane real estate market, my old house sold 4 times in 5 months. The heart palpitating ride landed and although I am not getting in line for another go-round, I am delighted I braved the one I was on.
Outside my window red tailed hawks glide high over pastureland, and the sunsets bring walkers daily. At night the heavens open to stars and moon, in a quiet world. Yesterday I walked by a thicket of trees that opened onto a perfectly framed Mt. Baker. Wild chamomile sprouted along the way.
In a few days I will travel to Brussels to reunite with my daughters. In the upcoming days I will begin to chronicle this adventure.
Clover, A Literary Rag, Vol. 11 comes home to Village Books, September 4 at 4 PM. We will have a fabulous show, so mark your calendars.
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Yesterday I listened to a leafless tree–a small crabapple or cherry tree, perhaps, but a singing tree. I studied the empty limbs, and saw the fluff of a squirrel’s tail as it lay prone along a branch. Apparently the squirrel was curious, too.
My two little dogs and I stood stalk still, waiting. Those were chickadee songs that tree was singing, and finally I saw one small bird where I knew a chorus played. I let it be.
A song tree on a January day.
Speaking of gatherings–Clover, A Literary Rag announces one! Clover is back at Village Books March 15, Sunday, at 4 PM. Mark your calendars. We promise a full slate of highly visible writers in full early spring song. More later. Just promise to save the date, and shop at Village Books in Bellingham, Washington.
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