Three years ago to the day, on April 13, 2021, the backyard forsythia was in bloom. There are even more flowers on it today than there were three years ago but we don’t have pictures yet this year. Here’s evidence of microclimate, because the forsythia in front of the house hasn’t yet begun to flower. It spends less time in the sun than the backyard bush does.
a forsythia’s early blooms
Photo by J. Harrington
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Several days ago I found myself pondering whether the oxygen content of the atmosphere varied by season, since during winter in the Northern Hemisphere, deciduous trees don’t have active leaves engaged in photosynthesis, inhaling carbon dioxide and exhaling oxygen. Turns out the content does vary by season and someone even made an animation of it. I’m almost ready to start accepting the poetry of science, although that wouldn’t exist if science didn’t study nature.
Singularity
(after Stephen Hawking)
Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity
we once were?so compact nobody
needed a bed, or food or money—nobody hiding in the school bathroom
or home alonepulling open the drawer
where the pills are kept.For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you. Remember?
There was no Nature. No
them. No tests
to determine if the elephant
grieves her calf or ifthe coral reef feels pain. Trashed
oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;would that we could wake up to what we were
—when we were ocean and before that
to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was
liquid and stars were space and space was notat all—nothing
before we came to believe humans were so important
before this awful loneliness.Can molecules recall it?
what once was? before anything happened?No I, no We, no one. No was
No verb no noun
only a tiny tiny dot brimming withis is is is is
All everything home
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Please be kind to each other while you can.
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