Well, today I go on retreat. Me and the other Indians. Just kidding. I'm looking forward to it. Last night I was thinking of all the wildflowers my relative and I saw up at the cabin. Yarrow, yellow iris, fireweed, lupine, vetch, shooting stars, solomon's seal, queen anne's lace, columbine, and others. I was looking for pussypaws, one of my favorites, but maybe it's too late in the season. But there is an abundance of wildflowers, due to the great rains and snows. The river is thundering down to meet the lake, which is the highest I've ever seen it. It's been so dry in the forest for so long, yet it takes only one good year to have the earth blossoming happily and showering beauty all around.
Forests don't bear a grudge. They appreciate. I want to try to remember that as I sit and walk and watch the stars at night from my sleeping bag.
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