Nurture your Nature

Talking to Aunt Dot along the river...

Clark Fork of the Columbia
2010, June 16

I swear the raindrops were white and had wings. Past the flowering pine, the pink bush with reddish leaves, past fields of yellow mustard and pea-like plants, the purple venus-looking-glass, blue flax.

The flooding river roared, lapped against the wet brown sand, depositing flotsam in the riverine pools, white foam of waves.

Talking to Aunt Dot in Carolina about the humid heat of Carolina. She who walks with an umbrella to fend off sun speaks of the failure to find a cheap flight to Phoenix next December.

Dodging June's cold misty rain, I wonder whether they are white. Do they have wings?

Note: It snowed (a lot) June 11, 2008, so it's hard to banish the thought that it's not snow. Was it? I dunno.

Other images today: brown leaves nestled by the new-green leaves of maples; my notepad getting wet; the roar of traffic; three bicycles, two joggers swinging past, avoiding the mud; a bridge over the ditch (now a rushing stream); my bladder talking back at me, me holding it in.

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