Drove north today and found an orchard shrouded in a veil of netting. The morning was gray and rainy ~ the effect of the gauzy white over green and brown was dramatic. Stirred old boarding school memories of Dominican nuns at early morning prayers. I wonder if any of those nuns are still alive? Poet, add that about aging. Let me add, that wondering that does not feel grim. "It is what it is".
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