Tattered may apple


Tattered may apple, Sourlands, New Jersey, 2007

A titmouse sang, without ceasing, from morning until late afternoon. I listened through my office window.

Three woodcocks whirled around the mowed meadow when I returned home in the evening.

Those are today's brushes with nature. Not nearly enough, and I can tell because I feel rather unsettled and edgy. Perhaps a little like this may apple leaf.