Mary Pezzulo

I can't make my car as it ought to be, and I can't make my body as it ought to be, and I certainly can't make the climate as it ought to be, but I can make the garden the Eden it ought to be or die trying.

This month's won't be long, because I managed to do nothing except blog on Patheos, which is incredibly frustrating. I did do a

I usually name the neighborhood stray cats after the feast day on which they first visit the garden, but Goretti came a few days late.

I just want to say that I am watching the news coming out of Pennsylvania with shock and horror.

And we're back to the races. I have a few more things to say about the horrific events over the weekend, and I will.

The news is moving at a breakneck pace, so I just want to quickly write out a few more thoughts on the horrific events that took place in Pennsylvania on Saturday.

It hasn't been the best of summers. Sometimes things get worse before they get better, and sometimes they just get worse.

I currently vote Democrat because they are a political party, and the Republican party is not a political party. It's currently a personality cult.

That's why I'm going to tell you what my friend Dawn Eden Goldstein mentioned about Hallow.

Most every songbird in the neighborhood likes my sunflower wall. There are fat clumsy pigeons who nest in my gutters and cause leaks– I am supposed to hate the pigeons and chase them away, but I like them. They are the bird I would be if I were a bird. There are soft brown sparrows who look too round to fly. There is a majestic red cardinal and a cheeky blue jay. And there is also a goldfinch, a flash of lemon and black. The goldfinch is a very fast little bird. Sometimes the cardinal lets me get close, but not the goldfinch. The goldfinch wants nothing to do with me. He's always all the way on the power lines above the haunted house before I can get out my phone for a photograph.