8:05 a.m. - August 30, 2005
The mystery fruit tree has identified itself after sprouting no more than the smallest of green would-be-fruit-nubs these past three years. I have a bona fide peach tree growing delicious fruits, good sized, sweet, and juicy. I've decided to read this peach tree of mine as tea leaves or scarred bones tossed on the ground to divine the future. I forsee a good autumn, more getting out of the house, more enjoying time with friends, more delight in the small things that make me happy.
I feel like celebrating Christmas this year. How long has it been?
Today: Haircut. Exchange lamp purchased yesterday whose glass shade cracked overnight. Clean last bathroom. Relax in the back yard with The Historian, the intriguing Dracula novel. Simple. Mostly unplanned. Luxurious!