This morning there are Hawthorn petals and willow catkins all over my boulder. Spring's fervor gives way to the work of summer. The long slow pleasure of photosynthesis. Everything is covered with chlorophyll, everything is racing towards now . A Kingfisher calls overhead. I make a new friend. She just moved here from Cincinnati, her dog's name is Watson. She hasn't been through a summer here yet, she doesn't know how it stays light until almost 11, how the days step up like beautiful blue and green playing cards, one on top of another, a royal flush that goes on and on.
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