To our surprise, the rhubarb revived. We should move it to a less shady spot and away from the squirrel freeway. Much to do, rebuild the raised bed, expand one of them, finish the garden studio, fence the back yard, put in the handrail at the front, a form of sun-shading at the back, plant more flowers, move some box hedge. It seems more like years of work instead of a season.
So much to blog but so much to live. Music, poetry, cycling, (fingers crossed I can do that if hopped up on enough ibuprofen) and seeing mom for her birthday.
And in a few days, the launch of my train chapbook at Pressed Cafe and, appropriately enough, the Railroad Series. I’ll be with co-readers John Pass and Catherine Brunet. I’ll be putting out a special oocasion mini chapbook of her poems for the event. See details and bring your train whistle if you’ve got it. Or honk along at home wherever you are.