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[ljgeoff]

I've been taking walks in the evening around Marquette's Presque Isle Park. I start from a point about a mile or so away and walk up the bike path along the beach.

Last night as I walked, I was thinking of firecat's excellent poem Burgess Shale and started humming,

Dinosaur bones go stalking through my dreams
Little green men with little green death beams
Collapsing galaxies, Wookies that sing
These are a few of my favorite things...

Along the path, the thimbleberries are turning pink and there are tons of sugarplums this year. Chokecherries, too. Let me know if you want a jar of chokecherry syrup, and I will send it to you.

This morning, as I blinked at the ceiling trying to wake up, a whippoorwill trilled. Beautiful. It's cool today -- a good thing because I have plans to bake rhubarb pie. And a lemon meringue, too. Mmmm. I have a good life.

Comments

[firecat]

Thanks, I'm glad my poem inspired such a funny filk!