The eagles are above in the trees and the sky. The clouds hang so low that they collect on the lenses of your sunglasses if you walk briskly enough. The forest is brilliant with Lichen and Moss. Colonies of green climb the trunks of the trees. The ground still erupting in mushrooms here and there, even as the buds are now set on the branches.
Today I started pruning the fruit trees behind the bakery, an annual privilege that I am granted this year as I was last. It is always more fun to prune a tree the year after you pruned it first. Invariably that encounter was spent correcting the branches that got away, and visualizing growth to look forward to. The second year, the tree has responded to your call, and it is your turn again. This is a lovely game to play with an old apple tree. The patterns of the individual distinctly respond to the cuts of the previous year, and so the interaction is unique. Every tree a different tendency; a novel predilection.
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