By Salomón de la Selva
For Miss Eugenia L. V. Geisenheimer
Blue, pink, and yellow houses, and, afar,
The cemetery, where the green trees are.
Sometimes you see a hungry dog pass by,
And there are always buzzards in the sky.
Sometimes you hear the big cathedral bell,
A blindman rings it; and sometimes you hear
A rumbling ox-cart that brings wood to sell.
Else nothing ever breaks the ancient spell
That holds the town asleep, save, once a year,
The Easter festival...
I come from there,
And when I tire of hoping, and despair
Is heavy over me, my thoughts go far,
Beyond that length of lazy street, to where
The lonely green trees and the white graves are.
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Friday was a nice, relaxing day after my unexpectedly strange Thursday. Around computer work, we went out to get bagels, including vegan bagel dogs for lunch that were excellent. While we were out, we discovered that the weather was spectacular, so we finished up work and walked to the beach, where we were unable to spot the hidden eagles' nest but did see one of the eagles hanging out in a newly leafed tree and getting branches to fly to the nest.
Cheryl and I watched Taylor Swift's Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions together, which I've seen before but always love, then we left Disney+ on and watched the first two episodes of Renegade Nell, which feels kind of derivative of similar historical fantasy (Elizabeth: The Golden Age! Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves!) but has really enjoyable performances and scenery. Here are some of the birds we saw at the Woodland Park Zoo:
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