This tree survived the treepocalypse. Maybe I posted a picture of it before, I don’t remember. But it stands somewhat lonely in the rock and dirt.
[daily log: walking, 1km; ditchdigging, 1m]
Day: May 26, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1029 “The nearing summer solstice”
as the solstice nears: a quadrangle of dawn's sun flees the north window
– a pseudo-haiku.
