2012-05-07 - 6:47 a.m.
the house on the edge of the field was completely gone. it had not been abandoned to decay, but demolished by deliberate action.
around the remains of the foundation, there was a persistent garden. clumps of irises in old-fashioned colors were blooming alongside day lilies just sending up buds, and white and pink cosmos were a spreading riot.
my bag was already stuffed with paperback books and wild mushrooms, and anyway, i'll be leaving my own garden within the year.
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reading: deathless, by cat valente.
listening to: dour percentage, of montreal.
working on: configuring data.
in the garden: the narcissus leaves are drooping yellow, felled by the intimation of summer heat.