I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, April 9, 2012

Flower Pr0n with trees

Spent a good deal of time in the yard this weekend, did the first mowing as well. And, of course, it's supposed to snow tonight. Weather, gotta love it. I also ripped my hand pulling up buckthorn trees. I hadn't done that for a few years, so there were some bigguns. I only had to resort to the shovel once (for the about 50 trees I ripped out).

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