Sipping hot coffee.  Already this morning, I sat in the backyard garden, reading Sisters in Two Worlds by Michael Peterman.  I looked up at the old trees, listened to their creeking branches…cold wet grass beneath my feet.  It looks like another sunny day, with transparent white patterns of cloud, dotting the sky.  My mind is somewhat preoccupied with the words of/stories about Susanna Moodie right now.  I do tend to be like my neurotic border collie, Max, in this respect…once I have focus on something, I really like to exhaust that focus and think of very little else.  Susanna Moodie would be that for now.