Happy Birthday Robin Woest and US

To my good friend Robin Ann Woest from high school; I've never forgotten you. Happy Belated Birthday July 2nd. I still remember swimming at the lake and the birthday parties we had when we turned 17 and 18. Also, belated Happy 4th to all

The spider saga continues; that what I get for writing stories about an artist named Arachne. Now, they are fascinated with the one terrarium I have left in tact. There is a miniaure sandcastle in it, and a silk rose, and some trees made from twigs. The spiders love it. Reminds me of the old German story of the spiders who have to climb the Christmas tree to see it, and leave webs that get turned to silver and gold. I almost feel sorry for them. To be so persistent, they must like it.

I saw a fox on the way WI this weekend, and there are still deer in our neighborhood. I have put my indoor plants out, and am gently watering on a regular basis, which I recommend.

My tip today for every one to follow Woolf's sound advice and find a room of one'sown; even if it is a web page, or a tiny corner. Ironically, I tried to write a class for Woolf's classic about 4 years ago; I couldn't.I used to live and breathe her as well as teach her, and I froze and didn't enter the contest. That's when I knew I was in trouble, and slowly got back to writing, and to doing things that make me, me. Even if no one else lkes me. I came across my Norton Anthology of Nature Writing today. I recommend it,and the Romantic Poets, especially Wordsworth. Read, plant, grow, enjoy.