I had the opportunity to catch up with friends in Oberlin, Ohio yesterday. We visited Allen Memorial Art Museum, had a wonderful lunch (topped off with a delicious slice of Italian Lemon Cake and four forks), contemplated climbing a tree, and snuck into Finney Chapel during an orchestra rehearsal. Finney still sounds great, but what surprised me most was remembering the woody smell of the place.
I was with the same dear friends I started summer with. Then, we saw a performance of Turandot and ate at a Cuban restaurant in Denver. I worried about taking time away from planting. Tonight is Shakti and I am worrying about harvesting.
In between there were puffins, canyons, sheep herders, firewood for winter, and everyone moving.
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