thankful for the backyard. for space to sit. for the colors of fall in california.


for the green shade of my fig tree. a few years ago it was hidden in a bush of ivy. i rescued it one afternoon in a fury of agression, pulling strand after strand from around the trunk. there was a huge stump under the ivy that had to be removed, and then, behold, there was a little tree with scars in its small trunk where the ivy had squeezed and twisted around. since then, it has been growing like crazy, and the fruit this year was sweeter than ever. i think of it as a resurrected tree, and it's growth encourages me.