well I own this field and I wrote this sky

I kind of like my often front-part of the week posting schedule. Not that I don't post on the latter half of the week, but I do notice a pattern of my doing it more now.

Good weekend: wild coreopsis, civil war trails, deer, bald-faced hornets, nice wine, bullets, picnics, and frittata. I went to bed filthy and sticky and smelling like earth and tomatoes, and I slept well. You know you're home in Manassas when a stranger makes polite small talk at you in Spanish and you respond in Spanish without even realizing it, having not spoken it for almost ten years, and then you go see a Confederate war memorial. But it was good to get back on the battlefields that I spent so much of my childhood and adolescence.

 Apparently while I was gone from my house in Staunton, a bolt of lightning struck the ground inches from my dining room window. It's raining softly now and I'm sitting at the kitchen table thinking.