sun again, no rain for two weeks and counting. the plants on the side of our walking trails are wilting, looking tired.
bluebird arrived today and inspected the tree swallows' house and chicks. swallow returned home and chased it off.
sat under the apple tree with my boy. he watched the dog, the trees blowing in the wind; i watched the sky through the apple boughs. it's been a long time since i've lain on the ground and looked up through branches at the sky; it was like snuggling back in to a cozy chair at home, instantly comforting and familiar. friendly apple leaves, so simple in shape, every shade of green with the sun filtering about them.
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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