Thursday, July 28, 2016
July 28, 2016
The penalty of my not checking email often enough is that my short play “Waiting for the Witch” goes up in Tacoma next month, and I hadn’t known about it until they sent me a copy of the poster. Interruption of a long dry spell.
Weeded and hoed the back garden. Layers of mulch makes that easy going, though I could feel the blaze of the sun on my upturned bottom. The beauty of the garden now is the purple spike of meadow rue.