This is the story of our adventures -- every day and extraordinary; our dreams -- tiny and grand; our gardens -- ornamental and sustaining; this is the story of our journey.  We are a family of four living a mindful, simple life here in Los Angeles County.  We are green, conscious, and forward thinking.  We keep an eye on the past because some of the best things have already been done and bear repeating.  Walk and talk with us, have a glass of wine, taste a peach or a tomato, blow some bubbles and watch them drift up over the canyon ridge.  Enjoy!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

In the middle

Most nights the Bubbles fall asleep in here, the den, with me, while I write or read or play on the computer.  Then I carry them to bed.  Usually, it's easy to decide whom to lie in the middle, next to me, and whom to put on the outside -- somebody's been sad or sick or just super cuddly, somebody's been wild, or rough.  But tonight, I'm looking at them, soft and beautiful and sweet (and did I mention soft?) and thinking, hmm, maybe I have to go in the middle.  I HATE sleeping in the middle.   But yeah, the middle it is for me tonight.  Between the poet and the coroner (more on that later).
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