Are these Canada Geese in the picture?

Desiderata, why don't you come to your senses? 

You've been out riding fences for so long ...

In the image is a picture of the Duke Blueberry bush. I'm going to see if I can't order some Duke Blueberry seedlings to be shipped here. 

The ducks I am trying to identify through a pair of the worlds worst binoculars in this episode are closest in appearance to a cross between a merganser and a an oldsquaw.

Bill Aide would know.

I believe that now, at last,

the quality of the literature might improve.

The tragedy in the loss of handwriting

is not the loss of handwriting.

Only those with the handwriting know.

Handwriting is meditation.

Handwriting contains blood,

Nature

is man made.

Cities will pour into countrysides,

electricity will pour

into old bans,

and old barns will fall into oceans,

be raised,

razed

or remain

jubilant wobbly...

Water will touch underskirts,

spritz plants. Slide down your hand

hold the ---- with me here

water

sifts,

spritzes  under  skirts  as the page turns not only your fingers

to yourself,

your thoughts, divinity

(handwriting like fingers to yourelf)

upholds you

how you want to be held,

your back to the bed,

hard and hearty against the bed,

and otherwise.

cities will pour electricity into your countrysides

the incomes, the outcomes,

the sunlight,

the ducks on the tide.

Learning a new word, and rehearsing a poem.

I felt like a character in a Chekov for a while tonight. That's a good feeling. 

The sign in the picture was found in the basement. It dates back to the Gertrude Thurber days, when this place was called Tiverton Tidalview B & B. 

The B &B is gone, but the Tidalview remains. 

Spinning, unravelling, settling. Hopefully settling. 

Many rivers to cross. 

March 9. The funny thing is, none of us should be at the banquet. Yet we are allowed to be at the banquet. And there is a banquet, and there is laughter, and there are many years to make milestones. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Dreams. 

And none of us should be at the banquet. Keep this in mind and you will understand humility:

 There is a banquet, we should not be at it,  yet we are allowed to be at it and are at it.

This feels as good as a belly laugh.

(The picture does not really depict the rare colour of sunlight that hit the pond this morning, March 9, 2021)

The picture is of the seaglass I collected yesterday in my humility walk to Israel Cove. Humility. I will still seek it today. Still weep a little inside.