Everyone, happy summer solstice tomorrow!
Pete cleaned out some of the barn, I did some weeding and we're going to Banner Forest (near Port Orchard) tomorrow for a good mountain bike ride- group style.
This is a poem titled Acorns that my good friend ~Larry Schug~ wrote. Enjoy.
Ravenous January squirrels
who put us to bed in October
have forgotten where we're buried
beneath layers of fallen oak leaves.
In March, bloated with melted snow,
we crack open our shells
shuck our nightcaps,
throw off our blankets,
wake to discover we have changed.
We sink our new feet into the forest floor
and wave our skinny green arms
as if we own the sky.
