Sassafras

 April 30, 2025

Rehearsal last night exultant because, after months, my voice was nearly 100%. Let’s say 85%. Felt like singing with a steel blade. C has really no 2nd bass but me. Two old guys making faces and not even dropping below the staff. 

Dream that I was in a play with A, and after the play I had to find my way home through a city grown suddenly colossal, and my usual routes blocked. It was OK, as I discovered new things, and noted in the dream how much better my wind was than it used to be. In the dream. 

Weeded, cultivated, planted white cosmos. Way too many seeds, so I threw some hither and thither, allowing them a chance to find their own way. My sad task was to dig up the failed-to-prosper sassafras and return it to Reems Creek for a refund, but when I got there, a green shoot emerged from a green place near the bottom. I trimmed the dead wood away and promised I would help it recover and ascend. This made me unaccountably happy. The cherry I thought was dead last summer is in full leaf. The winter clean-up uncovered hidden trilliums, and a rather extensive plot of Quaker comfrey. The chewed-on comfrey explain why rabbits have been making the dangerous journey outside my fence.