It’s good to be alive/ on a fall day/ with the sunlight in the yellow leaves/ and the smell of fall/ in the air . . . 7 November 2024
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The garden, 16 October 2024
Looking out of a basement window, seeing several robins in the bird bath and, a few feet away, a squirrel drinking water from a dish. For a while during Covid we had a quarantine, you would be fined if caught outside after eight p.m. except if you were walking your dog (you can’t make up this stuff); I remember standing by this same basement window, looking outside, and thinking how lovely and quiet it was. Do other people look back on Covid and question the whole thing?
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