Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Whenever I notice trees in flower, my conception of forests suddenly transforms.  Big swatches of pithy plants all grown to seed - like an unruly backyard.  Unruly just how we like it.  Lit up from below, burning timbers of sugary xylem hold it all over our heads - smoke again.  I admit it.  Spring is here.

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