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…Bloomed. And so they did. Lilacs bloomed throughout the town, that same hometown. They grew in alleys and at the edges of yards, in the cemetery, and here and there. Then there was a here and there, when the town was less mannered. Before things got organized and groomed. On the way home from school I would pick the lilacs off the bushes, enough to make a bouquet for my mother. And it was all right.
Another photo of my hometown, Burns Park in La Crosse, Wisconsin. At least that’s what it’s called now. I didn’t know that it had a name when we hung out there as high school kids. I doubt that today the kids can get by with the things we did there. No—no drugs. My time was that before the drug scene. Bob Good Photography Studio posted this on Facebook for us. The colors are so rare, so intense, it is as if they have been imagined.
I kept this cartoon posted by Purple Cover because it reminded me so much of myself and my son. Quite a few years back I took my son in with me on a Saturday to the biology lab. I had just a few things to catch up on and he was too young to stay home alone. At that time the lab was full of all manner of creepy crawly creatures. I told him he could pick out anything he wanted to take home if he was good while I worked. I got my work done & he had been very good, walking around, checking everything out, exclaiming and laughing out loud if something delighted him.
“So,” I said, after giving serious praise, “what would you like to take home?”
He pointed to the bloodsuckers. Of course we couldn’t, of course I had to say no. I explained that he couldn’t keep them on him in order for them to stay alive (his plan). He refused to take anything else. It was something that sucked blood—preferably his—or nothing. *Fail*
From Cuyahoga National Park. And a good morning to you, too!
This guy looks so angry and annoyed I can’t believe he has any friends. But then, don’t all eagles look like that? I wonder why. No wonder eagles don’t fly in flocks. Or packs, or whatever.
This is a fox called Juniper. She is the happiest, most vocal, and loving fox I’ve ever seen. She is a rescue with a special permit to keep. Her person is Willow Brooke, and she has a page on Facebook. This is also her photo of Juniper. She calls this the “Pancakes Squee face.” I look at this face and cannot help but feel some joy, and a skin-shiver of specialness.
And but then, this is the only place where fur should be special, bring joy, or anything like a skin-shiver, yes? Don’t you just want to hug and cuddle that creature? That special being that brings the gift of herself wherever she walks. Or runs. Or sleeps.
