Our friend Deb Kvaka just gifted us with a quilt she made that we greatly admired, and when we mounted the beautiful creation on our living room wall we realized her quilt is a portal to another dimension.
Speaking of portals to other dimensions, I just heard from a reader that she requested my new book The Farm at the East Cove Hotel from the Berkeley Public Library, and by golly they bought a copy for all of Berkeley to borrow. Hurray for libraries!
Just down the street from us and around the corner is Mist Farm. Their strawberries are at their zenith right now. Having eaten mostly not very good store-bought strawberries the last several years, these Mist Farm strawberries are so good they are unquestionably portals into other dimensions. Can one eat too many strawberries? We’ll find out.
Speaking of other dimensions and beautiful works of art, Nature has been bringing out the rhododendrons in glorious force of late, both the wild pink ones abounding on the fringes of our redwood forest, and the domestic varieties humans have cleverly bred from the wild ones for who knows how long. Our yard is full of domestic varieties that we never water, yet they give us spectacular blooms every year. Nature is so generous.
Other good news amidst the sorrows of the world. Work on a new novel has begun, new tunes are coming when I sit at the piano and get out of my way, and my tubs are now providing us with lots of juicy lettuce and radishes and potatoes.
And we’ve had some marvelous minus tides in the mornings of late, allowing us to walk great distances on the vast beach at the mouth of Big River, which is one of the great portals to other dimensions.
Here I am at one of my favorite portals to other dimensions (only accessible at very low tides.) This is my report.
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Troo Romanz piano/drum duet from Todd’s new CD Hip Salon.