. 6:30am. Feed the cat.
. A blue jay feather I found last night. These always feel like such gifts. I place it next to the sage and red cedar.
. One of the tenants has gone away for the weekend and something is rotting in her apartment. This is not the first time. I open a window in the stairwell but the stench remains.
. Farmers market haul: baby kale, corn, red okra, zinnias, lima beans.
. Everything in my abdomen hurts. I’m cycling with the moon again.
. The heat is back.
. I coax the cooked spaghetti squash out of its skin. I shell the Lima beans that smell like something I’ve almost forgotten. I brown the tofu and wash the kale. Normally this is activity that soothes but today I’m too tired and hurry through it all.
. I’m better when the windows are open. Maybe I am ready for fall.
. It’s the last full moon of the summer. A Sturgeon moon.