At least it's Milkshake Monday
After coating myself in P. incanum oils
Earthy and redolent
We walked the dog through the woods and played with her in the creek
I make the points and then I stop
The deer have eaten my Fragaria
I can see now that you were unavailable
Back on the bike again
Only eleven easy miles, drizzly and wonderful
Soon enough we'll be looping the big ascent
I have developed some parasocial relationships
Feels good to know more of what I'm doing
I no longer feel unmoored
I do feel, perhaps, a little rudderless
Still, she is planting
It takes years to know what's really taken root
The goslings are getting so big
Am I supposed to apologize for being cheesy? I mean it
Remember when I lived in Queens? I ran through Astoria Park several times a week
The students and I stroll slowly through the rainy gardens, sit describing a bromeliad in the internationally renowned conservatory
I wish the mountains didn't feel so far away
Tomorrow I will tend the native garden as children play around me
Last Friday I waded knee-deep into creek water and splashed about with my dogs
The wolf pads silently through the forest
On Sunday I'll learn about birdsong
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