KENNEBEC JOURNAL • June 10, 2020
Hiding by a fence post I found a clot of bird’s eye speedwell, a blue so deep and sweet you could just about cry. That’s the good news. The huge white pine that grew for 150, 200 years, by the lakeshore at the park broke in half. A tick got in the cat’s thick orange fur and swelled up to the size of a pea. Every kind of suffering and joy seems upon us here in early summer, 2020. A time to gain, a time to lose. A time for love, a time for hate. A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late. ~ Dana Wilde