This is not a very “pretty” picture. Ugly brown dirt surrounding a sorta p*n@s-shaped plant. Just wait until it grows up though. It’s gonna be a beautiful Mayapple.

I love beautiful brilliantly colored flowers as much as anyone else but I also love the “uglier” sides of nature. The decay of our vegetation in the fall and the bare bones of the trees (and all of the deadfall in the forest) over the winter.

In a way, early spring is just about the ugliest. Bare and brown and rainy (or snowy and white!) but then when That Orb deigns to make an appearance, it is so brilliant that it highlights all of last year’s decaying leaves. Brown on brown on brown.

I’m not sure where I’m going with all of this, I guess nowhere very much. I’m a poet but don’t know it. But my feet show it. They’re Longfellows. I just googled that because I couldn’t remember it exactly and would you believe there are people out there who don’t know who Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was? “By the shores of Gitchee Gumee…” (But I am not a poet).

The Ninja’s temperature readout proclaimed something like 71 on my way home today (I wore glubs and a ski band on the way in this morning). 71 is warm enough that I don’t have to put my ski jacket on to sit in the back yard or even find a spot in the sun. I am sitting out here in the shade of the Landfill wearing a short-sleeved tie-dyed t-shirt and a polar tech vest and I am perfectly happy. It’s supposed to be 80 tomorrow and there is a faaaaar danger alert throughout most of the southern lower.

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