Today I’m playing basketball again. Or rather I keep throwing the battered soccer ball, left behind by two kids of the family who moved out and on, to the net-less hoop they had set up the pine tree while the dog looks on perplexed. Every … Continue reading Basketball

Two snakes

Last week I saw more snakes than in all four years before. Three: first the couple and then one more, closer to home. Dark, almost black they were.   From my spot on the station that I occupy daily give or take I notice them … Continue reading Two snakes