when I was a lad my favorite tree was the willow at the edge of the front yard. it was on the lot line which separated us from the Nasipaks. I'd climb that tree to write poems. Dad had to cut it down when its roots reachd over to our brick house.
but now I'm lucky to have another special tree in my life. this is the larger of the 2 remaining apricots which were a housewarming gift from my architect Richard Martinez. he grew them from pits.
I'm just in from watering. I find words weak to describe my joy in watching the sun splash thru the water I aim at the topmost branches of this beauty. it's a transcendent experience which gets me higher than booze ever did. it's a moment to feel at one with nature.
but now I'm lucky to have another special tree in my life. this is the larger of the 2 remaining apricots which were a housewarming gift from my architect Richard Martinez. he grew them from pits.
I'm just in from watering. I find words weak to describe my joy in watching the sun splash thru the water I aim at the topmost branches of this beauty. it's a transcendent experience which gets me higher than booze ever did. it's a moment to feel at one with nature.
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