I posted it on https://wherethebirdsofedensng.com.
To the point.
So be it.
And then a few minutes later the lady from across the street who had worried about our Rhododendron being cut down, knocked on my door. That was the first time ever. She is extremely elderly and rarely gets out of her house, I have met her on the street. “I’m in trouble, she said.”
She had gone into her back yard and locked herself out of her house.
There was a key in a shed behind her house, she said, but she couldn’t get into it.
I could see why. It had a sliding barn door, that was off the track on one side and gouging into the ground. Luckily the door was standard size, not a big barn door, and I managed to open it big enough to squeeze in.
We got the key and opened her door.
She said: “When I saw you on the Bobcat, I wondered what in the heck you were doing, then I read your memoir and figured you could do anything.”
I was shocked. “You read my book?!” (The Frog’s Song)
“Oh yes, I loved it. I’ve been to the Big Island, didn’t live off the grid though, and the restroom at Black Sands Beach wasn’t so good.”
“I think they have rebuilt it since you were there,” I said, “It had a good restroom.
Poem by e.e. cummings:
I thank You God for this most this amazing / day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees / and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything / which is natural which is infinite which is yes.