I’m currently reading Bones of the Earth by Eliot Pattison but for some strange,and then again not so strange,reason I’m having such a difficult time finishing it. I really want to finish it but somehow this story does not make it easy but for some stubborn reason I will not start a new book as long as this one isn’t finished…

This photograph, of a very young pear blossom,says it all…

…any diversion feels good. Luckily it is just a natural (small) miracle that catches my full attention at the moment . The book, I’m sure,will follow…