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2.5/30

ok, so the title of this post has to do with measurements in time.  It’s not really a quiz, it’s just that I didn’t feel like explaining it all and you the reader, will have to just live with that and enjoy the pictures of flowers that have grown in our backyard.  Today is super special for reasons you may or may not be privy to.  Chances are it will stay that way.  But mostly, the pictures are for an amazing person in my life and that’s all you need to know.  Have a good day.

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A summer poem in December.

“The Summer Day,” by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean –
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down –
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to all down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Sunday’s bounty.
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