One night in a dream an old woman visited me and said I need to keep a journal. I have kept this one longer than I ever kept any books or scraps of paper where I tried
to record my thoughts and days.
Here is proof it is finally summer: fireweed in bloom. Note that the open blossoms are at the bottom of the spike. As the petals drop and seeds form, flowers farther up begin to open. Summer is over when the flowers at the top of the spike open.
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Beautiful. Our fireweed is itchy if we touch it. It grows wild in these parts.