Walking today: the sky is blue, which is a blessing, and the trees are breaking from buds into little spurts of leaves, little bits of green fuzz. The lawns--some are of the buzz cut sort; ours is balding in parts, tufty in others. As I was walking, I thought I heard a tuning--that A-note shift on a violin, an orchestra getting ready. The traffic whispered by, and when I caught a still moment, I spotted a weed whacker, its higher range catching. Then lower, the symphony of summer starting. A lawn mower joined the chorus.
life, week 16
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