"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Friday, February 13, 2009
Windfalls
Yesterday's wild wind certainly blew apart most of the planetree and sycamore puffballs. The schmutz clustered on the sidewalks like patches of khaki snow.
clustered on the sidewalks like patches of khaki snow.
2 comments:
At first I thought it was a fishing lure!
Got a couple of those lodged in my eyeball—it was dangerous walking weather!
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