Morning Song

Out into the garden by seven, into that wonderful freshness and promise. There is quite a lot of gopher activity so the original pair I saw during the rainstorm last year must have multiplied. It would be good for me to think in terms of them digging over the earth for me, which they do, rather than eating the roots of my trees. At the very least they must make water penetration easier. When I put my finger into the soil it feels friable and warm but so dry. I am trying to water more deeply, less frequently: and the hot weather hasn't even begun.

I have just finished re-reading my favorite book, Tirra Lirra by the River, by Jessica Anderson. To me, every word is perfect. About time I hunted up her other books.