Saturday morning is Izzy’s morning. We go for breakfast and then to ballet and then to the library. This past weekend the library was having an Arbour day poetry reading. Books with poetry related to trees and the forest were laid out for anyone who wanted to read. Well an open stage is hard for me to resist so I read first. It was a pleasure to read stories about the forest and the trees. It seems we never talk about them anymore unless we are discussing global warming, rampant deforestation to make room for McDonald’s cows and the like. Reading a poem about a quiet walk through the woods is a beautiful thing and I hope it is something Izzy will be able to do when she is my age.
Art lasts longer than your Hummer.