October 14, 2010
Breakfast on a raining morning in October. It must be the month of yellow blurry images.
Chickens stand under the fig tree in the rain. The hound dog shivers, doesn't like to be cold. Riley works with hot glue on her Cat Goddess mask. Late season basil wilts on the kitchen counter. Of all the things planted this year, my two favorite are tiny, unseen, easy to miss: chocolate mint and some hybrid thyme that smells like heaven. There isn't any other way to describe it. And usually I don't much like thyme. Henry has been up since before dawn. We chatted in the dark, listened to the storm, wondered why storms seem to roll. The planet rolls. By now he is sequestered with Super Scribblenauts. In that world chickens can stand anywhere.