Sun-filled fringe cup marches in the breeze forming paisley patterns around the splintery remains of the 100-year maple that fell without notice on Mother’s Day two years ago. Left to lavish on the tree’s fertile remains the fringe cup have propagated their way down the steepness to meet the horsetail in the wetland below. From the plum tree the spotted towhee takes in the lime-green layers of progress and can’t help sing its approval in two chirps and a twill.
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