"You've Blown It All Sky High...by telling me a lie....without a reason why...you've blown it all sky high." A couple of very nice-sounding young men with their throbbing spaceship motors that sounded like a giant mother's heartbeat, up in the sky. At 6 am I was still there listening. All the onions are in, wanted to weed the horseradish and the cornsalad yet. All the living world is swelling & exploding with this heat & light. Bittersweet pink peach blossoms. Barn owls flying in the wet snow at nite(week or so ago), crying in the dark. A robin nest here, a robin nest there. A goose & three ducks. Mouse in a trap. In the Canadian comic the oldest fella sez no wonder they call this thing a curser... Lies like the tangled red ball of worms in the fully rotted, fully composted leaves, carried by car & truck by folks too ignorant to compost their own wastes.