Thursday, April 11, 2024

Poem for Wednesday and Snohomish Flowers

Go Down Where the Rain Goes 
By Barbara Johnstone 

Nestle your feet in dark earth.
Feel the ground receive you.
Weave yourself with rootlets,
and weep as the tree implants heartwood
in your core. Travel down the taproot.
Listen to water burble over pebbles
while you rest.

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We finally have temperatures back in the 60s, and on Wednesday we got plenty of sun! I talked to two of my high school friends in the morning (one was out shopping with her husband, the other was just back from a doctor's appointment to some crazy news from work), then wanted hummus and pita only to discover that our pita had mold on it, boo. In the afternoon, Kristen and I watched a couple of episodes of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, which if anything has improved with time. 

We walked to the beach, which had a lot of people given the fabulous weather...plus an eagle apparently in an argument with crows about who got to sit in which tree, and salmon fry leaping out of the water. Then we came home and caught the Orioles come-from-behind victory over the Red Sox around dinner, saw this week's The Masked Singer (Team Vanessa Hudgens Is The Goldfish), and now we're watching VICE's Icons shows on Batman and Lord of the Rings. Snohomish flowers from last weekend:

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