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Poem for Sunday and Watkins Park Animals

By Jane Hirshfield

More and more I have come to admire resilience.
Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam
returns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous
tenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,
it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true.
But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs–all this resinous, unretractable earth.


It was a gorgeous night and morning, but the heat is back and apparently staying for the week. I spent the morning working on one more Shutterfly project -- I have a coupon for a free calendar and another for 50% off everything, so the 2016 family calendar is getting finished and printed early. Then Paul and I went to Watkins Park, since it has been a few years and the park has a farm, a nature center, and a wetlands trail (as well as miniature golf, a train, a carousel, and a Wizard of Oz-themed playground). Here are some of the animals we saw on the farm and at the nature center, which also included many wild frogs and toads:


The reason we picked Watkins Park, besides liking it and not having been there for a while, is that Adam forgot to pack his bike helmet and phone charger, so we needed to drop them off in College Park, which is in the same county. He had to work in the afternoon, but we asked if he and Christine wanted to join us for dinner, and since they haven't started classes yet we all went to the same Indian restaurant where we ate with Paul's family when they were in the area. Then we came home, watched most of the horrible Ravens-Redskins game, and put on an Inspector Lewis which was less depressing despite the murders!

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