Just returned from a trip to Canada--Calgary, Lake Louise, Banff, Vancouver.
While I was away, an essay I wrote as part of a symposium on "neighborhood" was published in The Threepenny Review and a short story Fools Gold in a literary magazine Radvocate. Fall is here, with Japanese anemones in bloom and tiny flowers on the lemon verbena that I have never seen before. With both writing and gardening, there is a long gap between beginning a project and seeing the finished product. It's always a bit of a surprise to see how it turns out.