Spring Bee Hiving Moon
The home is full again. Kate got home at 7:00 pm. Four of us were wagging our tails and I hugged her. She took off for the doctor yesterday and never came home until just now.
Her arm looks better, not well, but better. Her spirits are good; though she says she’s “going to play the invalid tomorrow and Thursday. We’ll see. She’s not too good in that role.
We had grilled chicken, chard (from last year’s garden) and whole wheat spaghetti with olive oil and butter. After the meal we both scratched our heads during Tree of Life.
It evoked the era of my childhood so well: kick the can, swimming, roaming in the fields, running down alleys, getting into mischief. I pulled back from understanding and went with the flow, the feel of things. I liked it. Don’t know that I’d want all the films I see to take that form, but in this case, well done.
Tomorrow. Some errands.
