coming back from the market i heard the liquid trill and looked up to see the sandhill cranes again. we're so lucky they pass this way. 

i'm having a cup of mulled cider tea mary gave us. it feels ok now to be wintering. it's that time of year and we're getting along in here. the cats are alright for the age. sweet foundlings.

i pulled the kitchen drawer and it came apart in my hand. i nailed it back, kind of proudly. i didn't get any handy man skills from dad.

i don't know why but i keep thinking of sylvia, who married uncle mike. i doubt she's sending a message after forty-two years. i wonder if she's still alive. she's the one who got me into the horse world on gabriola island.

when horses came back to turtle island they called them big dogs.

it all adds up.