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Work is just so much arrrrggghhhh. I was overbooked for this week and came back to work to find ten projects needing to be investigated, interrogated, and estimated. I am so bleeped.
Wednesday evening at 6:21 pm
I stand gazing through the pink veiled sky at the crescent moon. I'd hoped to see Venus and Jupiter with the moon but the scrim of pink is too dense for the planets to shine through. A bat flies in front of the moon. I am listening to the sound of people going home on the road. Frogs sing at the creek and a few birds chirp in the trees. My shirt is pulled up to hold my harvest: violets and red kale, bitter endive, lemony sorrel and lemon balm, parsley for my dinner salad. Going in the house i pluck two bright pink petals from the magnolia tree to add their gingery flavor and bright color to the salad.
Wednesday evening at 6:21 pm
I stand gazing through the pink veiled sky at the crescent moon. I'd hoped to see Venus and Jupiter with the moon but the scrim of pink is too dense for the planets to shine through. A bat flies in front of the moon. I am listening to the sound of people going home on the road. Frogs sing at the creek and a few birds chirp in the trees. My shirt is pulled up to hold my harvest: violets and red kale, bitter endive, lemony sorrel and lemon balm, parsley for my dinner salad. Going in the house i pluck two bright pink petals from the magnolia tree to add their gingery flavor and bright color to the salad.