The Basswood Tree

October 5, 2026

Reading MJ’s poems while a bay-breasted warbler gleaned the blue hydrangea outside the bedroom window. 

White rose in bloom. 

Received a letter from HR, who is whatever you call the granddaughter of my Aunt Alice–first cousin once removed? I don’t know. She lives in Brownsville. She found a copy of The Basswood Tree that I sent to grandma in 1978, and located me through that.