You Never Know

Hanging Garlic

Cool mornings. Shirt sleeve mornings. From the kitchen window, I watch steam rise off the compost pile, wraith-like. On Sunday I found Blood, our rooster, hanging upside down from one his massive spurs; it’d somehow gotten caught in the wire of the coop, and he’d hung there for lord knows how many hours. Too many. From a distance I thought for sure he was dead but he wasn’t, it was just that he’d struggled the struggle right out of himself. So I freed him and set food and water before him. He ate and he drank, and two days later, just when I thought he’d probably make it, he died.

You never know what the future will bring.

I’ll be taking some time away from this space to attend to other matters. I’m sure I’ll be back before too long. In the meantime, thank you. I really appreciate all my readers.