April 12, 2023

Wrote in the cold morning beside the river. Goose pairs sailed up and down with their broods. Very serious conversations went on round about. Two men took care of an energetic baby while planning, it seemed to me, outings for a church youth group. A young man explained his plans to two older people, perhaps his parents, apparently presenting a new college and a new major and wanting financial support. He aspired to be a “life coach,” but confided that looks ridiculous without a degree after your name. One men met another who was furious with him for something that happened at work. Their interchange was civil and reasonable. 

Planted pinks. Ripped out vines. Felled new shoots of bamboo.