By Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
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Another quickie because we have to get up before 6 a.m. to drive Adam to the airport for his summer in Seattle! We had a nice day -- I took him to meet Paul at his office for lunch and we all walked by the pond to see the geese and goslings (plus a cormorant and a heron) afterward, then Adam went out with a friend from school for bubble tea and I went to a Pokemon raid, then we all went to my parents' house for Mexican food, then we came home for several hours of laundry and packing interspersed with a phone call from Paul's parents and this week's episode of The Handmaid's Tale (go girls!). Here are a few pics from the goose pond and dinner plus one from Not Your Average Joe's the night before:
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