From Witness Wednesday: Trees
Recipe for popcorn worship: a good meaty poem.
The Trees
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
- “The Trees” by Phillip Larkin
4.6 hours of sleep.
Reality check: going to QM is unfeasible. I will save a rant for another time. Or maybe not.
Which device and which trip planning needs will I take to events tomorrow and Friday?
and which devices?
STAY TUNED.
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