This very humid and grey August weather is really getting to me. I go to garden and am overwhelmed by the enthusiastic weeds. A mosquito bites me on my back, and I give up and go back inside. Hurricane Ida, which just hit poor New Orleans, is barrelling northeast into the country and heading toward us with drenching rains expected to arrive by Wednesday.
Here's a poem by Parker Palmer that I love:
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