Anyway. Weather report: pouring rain, as usual. Will I ever be able to pick strawberries? It seems unlikely. Desk report: one book to edit, one book to write, one poem on the burner. Kitchen report: something without strawberries. Garden report: slugs.
I've been rereading Willa Cather's My Antonia, and you should too. Lord, what beautiful writing. And today I'll be ordering the selected poems of Donald Justice, several of which we were studying with Baron last week. "Psalm and Lament" . . . talk about a poem I wish I'd written. Goodness gracious.