this week

I've been watching the tendrils of a waterjug gourd plant tighten into coils and anchor the plant as it climbs the trellis.

must. be. in heaven.

I read that when crafting an instrument from a gourd the immature gourd is sometimes slipped into a box so that it grows with a flat front and back but keeps it's curved waist. Part nature, part industry!

Yesterday at the Lincoln Playground I saw a very sad girl drooping in a bucket swing she was too big for. Among children especially, and adults too, you watch moods come and go. Still I hope all the kids have a great summer!