How hard it is to escape from places!
However carefully one goes, they hold
you-you leave little bits of yourself
fluttering on the fences, little rags
and shreds of your very life.
Friday, October 5, 2007
These grapes are still clinging to the vines in my backyard. So far, my dad has made a couple dozen jars of jelly with them and the wasps and cedar waxwings are enjoying eating them. They were so pretty today with the morning sunshine on them.