Attention

The Buddha sits in the middle of the dahlia patch. He is equally interested in the bright lipstick red summer flowers and the tired leaves and stalks of November. Sometimes a juicy Mutsu falls practically in his lap from the little tree overhead. He is interested in that too.

A keen sore throat woke me last night and kept me company all day. I chew my food even more than usual (and I am a great chewer) in order to delay swallowing as long as possible. I feel that if I open my mouth I will breathe out the fires of hell. Use me as a weed burner to tidy up your garden. I hope by morning this will sound way too melodramatic. I am now going to have some ginger tea and go to bed.