No-thing-ness
New York Ironweed
August 26, Sparkill
There’s a stillness this morning. The French clock is ticking.
I’m here at the desk in my office, as always, long before sunrise.
It’s quite quiet.
The New York ironweed is blooming. A tall, weedy, elegant (yes, the two can go together) native species, Neal planted it two years ago. The tiny details of its buds are exquisite. Yesterday …
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