Staring at the red heads of woodpeckers bullying the grey finches at my feeder, I welcome the new year full of hope and change. Cold winter winds force me to imagine spring gardens. Somehow my green pepper plant is still growing its tiny pepper and my parsley explodes on my windowsill. A new story builds up in my head, A GARDEN IN MY POCKET.
While I was setting up the email, my Navy Bean soup that I cooked since 10:15 this morning BURNT BIG TIME! I just took the steaming pot and took it outside on my deck and watched it run its smoke around my house. It stinks here. Of course my window is open and the smoke smell has reached me as I write this. Life is in the details, eh?
I am hungry.