7/31: not freaking out

...when I saw two snakes sunning on rocks as I was wading in the creek this afternoon.



I didn't get close: I used the zoom on my camera to take the pictures and then went back upstream.

7/30: found

When I was in Loretto recently my mother and I both fondly remembered a short essay written by one of the English professors at the university back in the 80s.  She couldn't find her copy of it at her house.  I said I thought we might have a reprint of it that my father sent to me decades ago; I looked through a folder where I keep miscellaneous dear things and it wasn't there, but today Chris found it in his file cabinet.

7/29: pupusas

...at a new-to-us place in Russellville.  With thanks to Chris for remembering we had heard about it months ago so that as we were passing through today we could check it out.

7/28: folk art

I enjoyed the folk art exhibit at the Crystal Bridges a lot.

7/27: condo

As a lark I rented a 2-bedroom 2-bath condo for my brother, Chris, and myself and our little holiday in northwest Arkansas.  It turns out that it was so much better than getting 2 separate hotel rooms--a great setting to celebrate my brother's birthday a little early.  And then I realized that it was just the sort of thing that Chris' mother would have done, and I was glad to have followed in her footsteps.

7/26: elderflower pressé

I found the same brand in a store here that I've bought and enjoyed in summers past at the British Museum.

7/25: word list

Today I went through the poems that will make up the fourth printed volume of Heron Tree and picked out one noun from each for the book's cover.

Here's the list: attic, beads, bowl, clouds, color, cord, darkness, daughter, earth, edge, eggs, fence, fragment, furniture, glow, harvesters, horse, house, ice, light, lip, morning, moths, neck, night, orchid, path, photograph, porthole, quilt, rain, reflection, sleep, slope, soil, stitch, twigs, vines, visitors, updraft, water, years.

7/24: one more spin

I needed to leave for the airport at 8 a.m. this morning, but my mother and I squeezed in a quick walk around the Schwab estate before that.

Standing under the weeping elm: