down the slope of the Hill, across the creek, across the access road, over there, the Spanish Broom is beginning to bloom. You can smell it before you see it.
Because it went on , the winter of Rain had seemed so impossible to bear. It's gone now. There's this. I look at what is happening. my small pixelness looks…..
the leaves of the Plantain, each leaf, the rosette and cluster, these, inches from the tracks of tires, even more than those that made their way UP the road to B Garden, the "garden" of the homosapien….or ….not, why say…..more…..
Do they? Do they call out…SEE US….Know who we are, know what we can do? Do they??????
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