Today, when I pulled up to a roadside stand to buy beans, no one was there. A handwritten sign over a money slot said: "We're sorry we are not out right now. We'll be out soon."
It looked to me like they were out I was hoping they'd soon be back. On the farm, among themselves, being out probably means out at the stand. I'm sure it nothing to do with "outing" (noun) or "outing" (verb).
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
the spider hangs on
She moved six feet to our screen door. I thought she had laid her eggs and died. But she's back on her web, fearsome as ever.
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