It’s that time of year again.



Or, perhaps, the trail is the story!
An awful year is over. I’m not naive enough to think everything will be better with the start of the new year.
I am hopeful, however.
We have new leadership coming . . .
We have working vaccines for Covid-19. Yeah, Science!
I am still writing words, sentences, paragraphs, manuscripts, books . . .
Happy New Year!


Like many people, I am scared and anxious. I turn to my work, old Cure songs, and my garden to help.
Some flowers



Some wishes:
Effective COVID 19 vaccines
An end to systematic racism
A new US President
Be Well!
Spring in the mild maritime climate has started. In between the rainstorms, there are sun breaks and open flowers.
Looking forward to more . . .

The rain falls outside on this last dim, soggy day of the year. I don’t want to make a list of the decade or anything else.
I’ll keep moving forward.

The cloud cloaked mountains
wait for morning light.
A lone cow bellows,
the morning dove coos,
the breeze presses on
and the sun breaks through.
