Monday, October 9, 2017
I speak for the trees
I was fishing around among the vast array of notes I have regarding future blog posts and I found this:
The trees are the first to know what will happen because they are the most helpless to do anything about it.
I usually like my blog posts to be just a little less inscrutable than that, which is probably why it was just sitting there in a pile of old papers, unused. But it's a strange idea, that the trees know. So I went and looked at a tree. I have a nice one nearby here.
I suppose it saw me coming a million miles away.