You had crashed outside my office, and I scooped you up, away from all the concrete and spats of ancient gum. Mountain mint, ironweed, nothing seemed to appeal, and yet you look so young…. This is all I can do: bring you to a wild place and wish you whatever peace is possible.
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Trim these back as the last flowers are fading — you get colorful trimmings and a chance that the plants will bloom again in the fall.
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Summer evenings have often echoed with people down by the bandshell singing along with Trout Fishing in America. We’d pack a picnic, invite friends of all ages, and plunk ourselves down on the slope for a splendid evening of laughter, food, song, fireflies, and indiscriminately-applied bug repellent.
Oh, and some guy who liked dancing with a stick.
But I digress. Here is today’s view out the window:
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But he could be back at any time, you know….
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The state of human-spider communications is nowhere near the dubious “success” of “Donde esta mein Zimmer?”, but the results can still be adorable. To whit:
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