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Milosz Monday

Most every day I put up a photograph on Facebook of the family farm.  I do this because I realized a while back that I had forgotten that I lived someplace wonderful and was letting days, weeks, months, years slide by without truly taking the time to notice that fact.  I will bend fair use by quoting three lines from Czeslsaw Milosz that explain why I stand out on my deck holding a cell phone camera along with my morning coffee:

WINDOW

I looked out the window at dawn and saw a young apple tree translucent in brightness.

And when I looked out at dawn once again, an apple tree laden with fruit stood there.

Many years had probably gone by but I remember nothing of what happened in my sleep.



I will do my best to cross-post the pictures here as well.

Monday Morning