Since moving to this block, near the beach, I have made habit of watching a summer morning ritual in play at the neighbor's house. Each morning in the half risen sun, my neighbor carries three ceramic pots to her porch railing. Having set them, she scoops a careless grip of dirt from the porch planter and whips it with a dash of water in the bottom of her pots. Occasionally she drops in a dandelion or a green bean or a bite of basil from her garden.
