Young’s Weeping Birch, sans a few leaves, which makes it’s structure easier to see.

Is there a good dead vs bad dead?

All bagged up and nowhere to go.

What a relief it is to be inside the snow globe called Sky Nursery. With its contained environment of self-directed, calm and friendly introverts, it is a world unto itself. I’d forgotten about COVID-19 and it wasn’t until I was in my car driving home on Saturday that I remembered. Oh yeah, Rome is burning.

I have come around the southern corner of the rock retaining wall and recognized other signs that tell me it existed although I could not see it. Like the soaker hose system installed at the southern end of the house.

So there I am, minding my own business as usual, when a thought pops into my head.

“It’s time to retire from teaching yoga now.”

So there I am, minding my own business, looking at the embankment just outside my front door. I’ve been living here almost three years, and the ivy, salal and Oregon Grape have certainly had their way with the front “yard.” They seem a befitting counterpart to the 14 gigantor fir trees under which they sprawl.

And then I had a thought: “Huh. What am I looking at?”