This is my absolute favorite headline of the year.

(And Chase Strangio is a personal hero. )

My friend is harvesting tomatoes from her Chicago backyard garden, and it's Thanksgiving week.

We have broken the world.

That's cool. Reminds me of the guitars they made out of the old Grand Ole Opry pews.

Also, don't you think Woody Guthrie would have plugged in eventually if he could?

She knows where the treats live.

I want to play #caturday!

I can't have pets, but fortunately my neighbor's cat has adopted me and my car.

Early November. We need dark as much as we need light, as much as we need need air, water and earth. We only need to live a year to encounter the wonder of regeneration.

This is the world we get when people don't like to read.

Small city life.

Spider spending his evening on a rose. (So why am I indoors?)

As you've aged, has your definition of what makes a good day changed?

I think mine has slipped a little... like some days I just don't know.