I spent much of yesterday morning driving around--first, out to Cape Elizabeth, to T's worksite, where I got a tour of the unnerving mansion, met some co-workers, and left with a half-bushel of ripening peaches. Then I drove to mall land and bought new bath towels to replace the old ones that are starting to split. And then I made myself do the grocery shopping, though by this time I was very ready to stop being surrounded by conspicuous consumption. So the afternoon was soothing: I processed beans for the freezer, made fresh pickles, cooked down a big pot of sauce, finished reading The Orchard. Homestead tasks may be demanding, but they also make me feel more humane. 

Today I'll be back at my desk--with luck, finishing an editing project, though that may take longer than I expect. This afternoon I'm meeting with Teresa to discuss The Orchard and no doubt a thousand other things. And somewhere in the midst of all this I'll be scribbling notes about the long-poem class. I don't know how quickly those peaches will ripen, but that's another big job looming. I suppose I'll slice them up for the freezer, though I could can them instead. I guess I'll decide later.

I am looking at poems and beginning to imagine a new collection. Sunlight glitters on clusters of unripened tomatoes. Tomorrow the green firewood arrives. Everything is caught. Everything is in motion.