Thursday, August 30, 2012

Western Civilization in Our Front Yard

Once, when he was six months old, as the two of us sat on the front porch, Theodore asked me this:

Do we enumerate the thousands of shades of green of the maple leaves, or do we just watch the fluid movement of the whole tree as the strong wind sends word of the thunderstorm approaching from the west?

I am happy to report that I have not yet answered him.


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