Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Editor's Chair

As spring comes to the garden, I drag my editor's chair (a rather bad, recycled plastic thing that I vow to replace every year) to the pond. At last I can sit outside and read and then think about what I've read while I look out at my front yard of redwood trees. Some of them are over a hundred years old, and they are what has kept me in this place for years--so long that I've taken root almost as deeply as the trees I love.

I promise no more poetry, but I might take a chance and write a story about his place one day.


  1. What a beautiful place to write! One reason we picked the house we live in is because part of our lot is forest. I love trees!

  2. whoa is that your backyard? awesome!


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