Raspberries

 

July 4, 2022

Peter Brook is dead. 

I realize that I like the sound of random fireworks exploding here and there, even like finding spent rockets in my yard, though I wonder if they were fired at me or wandered there on their own. 

I left volunteer raspberries grow for the last three years in the corner between fence and house. A few days ago I noted that my catbirds had their fortress there, issuing out from the protection of thorn to gladden the world. That made it all worthwhile. If I get out some morning before the birds, I may even get a raspberry.