A friend of mine is getting married out in Malibu today, and here it’s a blustery, cloudy 50 degrees at best. I hope they’re having better weather there.

I find myself spending a lot of time on trivial things lately – or at least they seem to be trivial. No money or other outside recognition or reward, but it’s almost like I crave them. The pleasure of doing something just to be doing it, and not doing it *for* anything or anyone else. There. I used to call it procrastination, but now I can feel good about it again.

My father-in-law brought over leaves from his yard. I’m planning to shred them and use them at mulch on our garden beds. Whole leaves take about two years, shredded only a few months, to decompose. The hard baked clay could use the softening influence of a few leaves. It’s been robbed of its leaves for so long.