Tomorrow is the last day of summer, and the last night of the current moon as well. A moonless equinox seems like a fresh start. It doesn't happen very often. I Googled to see if I could find out just how often, but all I found is that Moonless Equinox was the name of a death metal band from Quebec. Their web site hasn't been updated since 2004, so I guess they don't happen very often either.
The shopping is done, but I didn't get anything especially interesting today. Pretty soon there will be pomegranates, and the persimmons, but the closest thing to an interesting fruit on sale today was the fairly commonplace d'Anjou pear. I got a couple, but I keep wishing I'd at least picked up a donut or two, as a reward for having gone through the annoyance of shopping once again. It's still too hot to bake brownies, but maybe I can make some cinnamon toast with the stale bread that's going to go to waste.
My next appointment with the chiropractor isn't until a week from Tuesday, and it won't be a moment too soon. My left shoulder is aching, and my neck isn't feeling to good either. The good news is that tonight Masterpiece Mystery returns, so despite a sore shoulder and a lack of donuts, at least there will be English people murdering one another. That always cheers me up.
by Jane Hirshfield
It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books—
Already the first branch-tips brush at the window
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.