December 19, 2010 § 2 Comments
I climb the stairs from Ebey’s Landing up the trail, thinking about Susan’s musical notes and the green rock that she imagined someone might see as an apple and be inspired to bake a pie. And here on the bluff is the rest of it all laid out. Just like the thousand piece puzzle we worked on for weeks when we were kids, each piece cut with three straight edges.
A is for Alfalfa, now apple green. Its long narrow lines stripe rich dark chocolate earth into sheet music for songbirds. Only two days before Winter.