It's a beautiful evening in Bellingham, WA. Sun is going down below the bay, the islands that looked forested mountains on the water. They say there will be a blue moon tonight. I will be writing,but step out to see. There is a coolness in the air. Summer is passing and fall is coming on fast. I can feel it in the bones. Which means I have so much to do.

First, TIMBER ROSE into its template for publishing, an essay off for a lit competition, a little trip to France and then two months of book visits with Tree Soldier.

All is good.