Save up; up where the light, undiluted, is weaving, in a drunk dream, at the sight of my baby, out back

I keep thinking this is the first year of my life. Everything feels a first, like something I read about this Spring that I finally get to do. My first thanksgiving. My first Christmas. My first red pepper.

I got a new job for the winter, though "job" doesn't quite suit. I will be an artist's assistant and apprentice in his printing shop, where I will assist him with wood engravings, letter press printing, marketing (touring), etc. and there will be time set aside for my education and independent projects.

Yvonne brought home a kitten on Sunday. Her name is Emmer Wheatfeild and she is currently napping on a chair in my room.

It is Driftwood season and I am busy editing, creating, writing. Soon it will be printing and binding.

The winter wheat and spelt are sprouting and taking root.