The small things matter

this is natures art -



this is nature art in context



There is a cool wind blowing through New Orleans tonight. I can smell my Sweet Jasmine tree and see the Bougainville bush moving. It is all tranquil on the home front, and very beautiful. Almost as good as a Faulkner or Penn Warren description without the great book behind the mood of the evening or the literature therein.

Odd in March for it to feel like it is November, but that is how it feels to me.

I am not fond of holidays, so there is great comfort in knowing that this is a blessing of weather that does not lead up to a blessing of money spent and hopes and resolutions not kept.

Just passing thoughts