Touching down again

Out of Atlanta, not my favorite airport, a couple of hundred of us flew thru early morning skies and descended. Please raise your seat to its most vertical orientation and your tray to its stowed position. Put all your crap in the seat pocket in front of you. Put the trash you’ve generated in the

Lost in a blue wood

The blue is a mood. The woods are their greenest at this time of year. Its raining now. The plants drinking their fill of this freshest of water. I too collect rain. Two barrels hold between them a hundred gallons. Today’s sprinkle will top them off. We pull water from underground for domestic use. The