I pack a lot of living into twelve hours, more or less, and this way of life is filled with good blog material.  As I reflect over my “Day of Rest” and look at the evidence on the clock, I see there isn’t enough time to craft out any one miraculous and happy thing that happened yesterday.  It’s just a mental list of beautiful things, like:

• First Mass in Sabattus or All About Forgiveness
• Changes in The Surprise Garden
• More Rhubarb
• Guerilla Sunflowers
• You Can’t Trick Uncle Bob
• Making Friends on the Ridge
• I Don’t Know a Thing about Garden Edging
• Reggie Black Explains Sleep
• Autumn Joy Farm
• Old Number Thirteen

I wish I had time today to tell at least one of these stories, but I don’t.

As I was leaving town, I passed this truck.

It would be a good truck for the Moxie Car Show or the Moxie Parade.  It’s for sale.

Ring, ring.

“Yeah, I saw the truck you’re selling on a blog.  I’ll take it.”

(Orange 1964 Chevrolet truck with a new engine, $3,500, located in Bowdoin, Maine.  If you’re interested, leave a comment.  If you’re not spam, I’ll send you the phone number.)