the yellow pollen from pines coats a fine layer on everything. The stuff settles on the roadway and is kicked up like dust by passing vehicles.  Too large to make you sneeze but it sure is dirty. It’s that time of year. Rain helps to settle it but the only relief is for bio-degrade. Keep windows closed.

clumsily trying to split firewood to make kindling. I whacked my finger when the ax head droped on it. e-yow. I wondered that my ancestors, who used to depend on wood to cook by, might think that I was from the city.

sounds of two brothers chattering away in espaniol in the showers at the comfort station and then spontaneiously singing the chorus from Disco Inferno

the R.V. across the road from us with full water and electrical hookup. christmas tree lights strung the length of their awning. and blinking…

lavendar. meri macs or lylacks growing wild in the woods. you should bottle the smell.