I picked the rest of the pomegranates from the tree, leaving a half dozen or so for the outside birds. The next day the leaves of the tree began to yellow and fall off. I thought I'd killed it.

I believe, during the past week, I've informed pretty much everyone I know of an interesting fact, save you, dear reader. Did you know that the pomegranate is a berry?

I need a new obsession.

Lately I've been more intake and less output. Thoughts form, smoulder, fold up into themselves and disappear. I've been reading a lot. It's nice, at times, to let others do the thinking.