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fashion it into a thing that carries itself
[The subject line's from an Anne Carson passage about history and elegy that Amanda Gorman uses as the epigraph to Call Us What We Carry, which happened to be in my library's Lucky Day Collection when I picked up AJ Hall's For Real last week.]
As forecast, the snow is pelting down, and the foot traffic downtown is the lightest I've seen since spring 2020. The main library branch and the Frist Art Museum both issued "closed Sunday" emails.
Instead of dismantling the wreath, I harvested parsley and mint, and spread pine straw under one of the rosebushes. I also yanked out a quartet of mottled hollyhocks. Maybe I'll scatter some old seeds around after the current snowdump melts.
One of my morning errands was putting some books in the Little Free Library outside the nearby elementary school. A car with the license plate "HFLPUFF" was parked in front of a car with a homemade white supremacy decal.
As forecast, the snow is pelting down, and the foot traffic downtown is the lightest I've seen since spring 2020. The main library branch and the Frist Art Museum both issued "closed Sunday" emails.
Instead of dismantling the wreath, I harvested parsley and mint, and spread pine straw under one of the rosebushes. I also yanked out a quartet of mottled hollyhocks. Maybe I'll scatter some old seeds around after the current snowdump melts.
One of my morning errands was putting some books in the Little Free Library outside the nearby elementary school. A car with the license plate "HFLPUFF" was parked in front of a car with a homemade white supremacy decal.