Lots of loss going on these days, it feels like. I never used to lose things and now they disappear from my nightstand or fall out of my pocket or I come home to them broken but piled neatly on the floor.

I was feeling the other day like I'd had a good pruning. Maybe not unlike the trees we saw moved up to the next container size at the Boething Treeland yesterday, with their big, big roots cut so as not to be girdling later on. Pruning is invigorating, they say. Only now I'm feeling like more of the dieback.