April 26, 2002
Working in the garden with the color and scents of iris and lilac, I felt I belonged. Not to the neighborhood or community but to the house. Sat on the porch steps tonight at dusk and watched the five planets wink into sight, six if you count Aldebaran. For a moment, looking at the Victorian houses across the street, the sky getting darker behind them, it seemed I was part of another time. Then a car would barrel down the street and the was illusion lost. The longer I sat there the harder I considered the question the Wizard represents.