Wishing

What a lovely day or two. We wish we could have been rolling around and hanging outside as pictured. However, Alice and I were relegated to the house these last two days because the keeper was running all over and came home late each night. She did give us chicken and let us out tonight but it was already dark and we were hungry. A dilemma: outside prowling in the dark or food. prowling or food. Agh! Alice opted for food. I took the dark while the keeper watered, then I couldn't wait any longer, and came scratching at the door.

She tried to interest us in what she saw out there, but I have to admit, we were less than receptive. Maybe you will be. She said that last night as she was driving home from Kent where she observed a very fine formation session for comunidades de base, as she was driving through Seattle, she beheld the most unusual cloud formation...of course mauve and sherbert orange and violet chiffon-like calligraphic marks painted across the horizon, like fireworks dropping into Shilshole Bay. Stunning, she said. Tonight she came home wild about how much she loves Seattle in the summer, and how as she was driving home from West Seattle at sunset, the sight of Smith Tower silver against the horizon with Mt Rainier glistening on her right, confirmed it.

She was so impressed by H's garden and all the hard work and love she has put into it all, and found more inspiration to keep going with the one here. She said she also dropped into the funeral for DJC at the Cathedral because she arrived early for her meeting. A good man, with a simple heart and a love of the poor. Another big tree has fallen.