Arbor Day.

when you're knee-deep in woodsly goodness,
every day is arbor day.
i mean,
there are trees in every flippin' direction,
in forestful quantities,
up and down and around every mountain,
along the banks of every river,
and choking out the light in every valley...
...which is to say, all over the 'ucking place.
but,
that won't stop really-real duders from planting
a shrubbery or two,
or five, really,
all up in and along the raised beds of the Fortress.
c'mon.
after all,
fancy unnecessary woodland treats are what's up.
and if too many trees is the right amount,
then the object can only ever be MORE.

plus,
these are focal foliage accents, ninjas.
and that's no joke.
little bitty baby bushes.
like midget trees, even.
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so,
it is definitely mud season.
april showers,
all over the F*ing place.
and that means soggy dirtballs,
and nobody touring through the scenic byways.
neighbors,
that's a lame heap of underproductive awfulness.
which results in us wallowing in the weakest weekend sauce.
not even the prince and princess william of wales' wedding
could cheer my spirits.
and i love that sort of anglophilic freshness...
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it's friday.
and i am in love.
with trees.
and with my peoples.
i am grateful for this time i have been given,
and for the folks i span it with;
never quiet, never soft.....