On road trips and deep in thought.
And you?
I can’t claim this photo as my own, but I was with my son when he took it.
(This view went on for miles.)
Tiny Essay: Fruit on the Vine
At first weedy and full of needles unseen, it’s easy to mistake the raspberry bush for a nuisance, the way it pushes through the neighbor’s fence uninvited and spreads woody roots across your tiny garden space, shading the basil, threatening to overpower the tomatoes. The tomatoes fight back though with their own wild smell and sinewy vines. Still, the bush remains a source of contention, cut down almost in full last spring. It came back stronger, offering promise underneath its leaves regardless. I poke at the plant now, curious and amazed at its resilience, pick the berries one by one, imagine all they might become: buttermilk scones, ice cream toppings, dressed-up granola. Something offered; something shared. A peacemaker, this fruit on the vine.
Quotables: Every Writer Does Well
Every writer does well to step away from the desk at regular intervals, to confront life where it is most tangible, most urgent: not on the page, but out in the world. . . . it is only what you see, what you hear, what strikes you as important and significant, that you can write about. . . . That is the clay with which we make our sculptures, the notes available to play our music. ~ Dinty W. Moore, The Mindful Writer
