Saturday, April 28, 2007

Spring Musings

Three inches of rain this week. Went morel hunting with my friends Steve and Judy yesterday afternoon. We've had the moisture but not the warmth. Strike out. Still had fun traipsing about the woods alone Mill Creek. Saw our first big patch of bluebells for the season. Late in getting here with all sub-freezing temps of late. Purple aster starting to bloom. Unidentified white flowers. Flushed a male and female pheasant out of the brome. Drove out to the Mackinaw, trespassed and bushwhacked around the old gravel mine area (that's all you get, sorry no gps coordinates). Those are some magnificent oaks. But alas, no morels. That will surely change with 80 degrees coming Monday.

Ran the Eureka Heart House 4 miler last Saturday. Sunny morning, strong wind from the south, but that made it a crosswind and no big deal. Actually ran negative splits for 33:48. Fun time.

20 miler tomorrow at McNaughton, then run some shorter tempo stuff before the Berryman race on May 19.

Soundtrack: The Weakerthans "Reconstruction Site:"

I want to call requests through heating-vents, and hear them answered with a whisper, "No." To crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense. Let every second step in boots on snow complete your name with accents I can't place, that stumble where the syllables combine. Take depositions from a stranger's face. Paint every insignificance a sign. So tell me nothing matters, less or more. Say, "Whatever we think actions are, we'll never know what anything was for." If "Near is just as far away as far," and I'm permitted one act I can save, I choose to sit here next to you and wave

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