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19 May 2008


The usual things are: that it was a hot day, that I dressed up a bit just to feel the tease of Summer, that I swam after work, came home, and made dinner (lemongrass drumsticks, greens, harvest grains), that I planted two pots in the front and the four veggie starts I bought at the first farmers market at work. What those facts don't show are the expanding reach of birch trees as their leaves finally fluff to full potential. The way elm trees-- in sudden gasp from the heat during their longwinded death throes-- dropped a blanket of seeds and now they flit through the air like faerydust in a movie, or petals just a few weeks ago in the rain-omen breeze.