👀 Look, then see
Book of TREE 2.30
I wrote today’s post on Saturday 16 October 2021.
I’m at a picnic table next to an overgrown patch of at least 10 kinds plants. There are stinging nettles, summer vines with a few flowers left. Some poppy-ish yellow flowers on tall weedy stalks. A dozen balls of dew balance on a fat blade of grass. Bees and other insects fly over and among it all. It’s a mass of weeds like you can see anywhere in Britain. At the next table a retired couple talk about weather and food. Beyond them a few friends chat about their lives and tell their children to eat the cheese pasties they said they wanted. It’s all so ordinary. It’s all intensely beautiful. There are stories waiting to spring from every detail.
What do the couple really think of each other?
Are the veins on the that leaf actually a map of a lost city?
What crucial information did the caterpillar eat?
How many shades of green am I seeing?
How many days does that vine have left to live?
What does the bee sense while it is disconnected from the hive mind?
How will the cheese pasty shape that child’s future?
Today,
stop
and
look.
Keep looking until you see.
Celeste’s new single!
Let’s do this week!
Jeff
I thrive under the canopy of trees, like me. I think I may be a birch. It doesn’t really matter here. Growing ever so slowly…Kimberly is moving in here with me to escape hell and live in the woods. It’s a surprise to us but welcomed. Wanted you to see your “disorganization” was divine for me. I am emptying the guest room for her this week. Have playlist ready. Will write this week when free to. Growth spurt coming 😉🤩
First, wasn’t I writing this week for you? I am happy to adjust to your needs.
I count the colors I see in the landscape. The most was 30 in one scape. Anyone do that, too?