local to local
Tesha is awake early and in the yard writing. She is wrapped in her scarf looking beautiful. Now I know her well enough to understand her commitment to looking lovely at all times: digging holes for compost in silver heeled sandals, eating dinner at the school house in a lace halter and pearls. She is also knowledgeable about the natural world, and curious about her relationship to it, drawn to what is lovely and mysterious and profane at once. It is this shared fascination that draws me to her.