I go out to water at twilight.  The hummingbird darts in--appears--and suckles from the honey suckle while I water.  More birds rustle in the trees. 

Anders and Auggie and Christopher McKeown are swinging on the three swings in front of my house. 

The doorbell rings--Anders--"Want to come out?"

I sip white wine on the bench (Robert hacked away at the Lilies of the Nile on Sunday, creating more space for the bench, and now a "coffee table" and two green plastic garden chairs--a living room in my front yard.)

Gunther and Colm (Christopher's dad) talk about their day--check their iPhones, talk about FaceBook. I tell them I saw Afghan Star (like American Idol)  last night with Zenobia.  It was great.  Interesting.  How people live somewhere else--without a lot of trees.  They voted for their stars on cell phones--their first participation in democracy. I remembered to vote today for my congressional representative.  I wear my scarf around my neck, not my head like Afghanistan.  Another life.

The day dwindles.  I am happy. 

The moon is almost full, coolness now, but nice to be outside. 

I go inside and lock up the doors.  I wish I still had more to read in The Lady of the Palazzo by Marlena de Blasi.  I gave my library book copy to Rainey today so she could enjoy it.  Italy, roasted bread, olive oil, pears with corn meal, sauteed and eaten with honey.

I walked about four miles today and did yoga at 1:30 in Debbie Gilman's class.  Stretching out the muscles after the weekend weeding. Tomorrow I start early with clients.