Anne has written a short piece for The High Calling about her landscaping. Here’s a piece of it…

…it’s easy to romanticize. But it is hard physical work with its accompanying calluses and cramped muscles. It is also the choir of humming as the mason bees choose their blooms. The towhee hinges and scrapes out a love song and hummingbirds zip and unzip the afternoon. It is the pause to straighten the back and a long look out across the water to the islands. It is sweat in every crease of the body and red eyes in allergy season. It is a glimpse of heaven as I ease down a slope toward the water and into a fog that smells like salt. As the morning lengthens, the mist sinks back to the level of the Sound and bares a shoulder of mountain. These are the days when I understand the need to place a sword in the hand of the angel, so badly do I want to remain here, among beauty.

Read the whole thing.

And don’t forget to order copies of Anne’s newly published poetry collection, Delicate Machinery Suspended, for your poetry-loving friends and family members for Christmas.

Here’s a new review posted at Amazon by a man who’s an excellent poet himself: Derek Sheffield:

Overstreet’s voice in these poems is convincingly sincere. Think Wordsworth. The poems are beautifully crafted, but what I especially love in them is how they aim for the best in us. They are engagingly compassionate and laced with hope. What a nice change of pace. Irony at 100 MPH can get old, even as it exhilarates. Overstreet’s book is quietly surprising. It invites us to embrace the beauty and loss that make up our lives. In this respect, her voice is right on key. Give it a listen.