Ephemeral world
I was lighting the candle for my mom this morning when I looked outside and saw that the crepe myrtles are leafing up. Foolish trees, don’t they know it’s fall? Meanwhile, back at the ranch, last night friends came over and we talked seriously about New Orleans and our attachment to this place. But my friend asks, “Could I be evacuating all the time when I’m 70 years old?” New Orleans has almost become a…