November 18, 2010 –  Cloudy, cold.

“Nell’s small grave, opening

at the garden’s edge to receive her,

out of this world’s sight forever,

reopens many graves. Digging,

the old man grieves for his old dog

with all the grief he knows,

which seems again to be approaching

enough, though he knows there is no more.”

– Wendell Berry, “Leavings”