Glad to be here.
Thanks, Lester, for opening the door for me to write in your space.
Or were you showing me the way out?
By the way, did you know that a door can be a jar? I know your friend Alec is interested in jars.
I’ve been thinking about mushrooms. I’ll share those with you in a while.
LITTLE BROWN MUSHROOM BLOG 
Yeah, Sage, I do like jars. I especially like this poem by Wallace Stevens:
Anecdote of the Jar
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.