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black rusty railing I went to sleep within minutes of getting home last night. Once again I had stayed awake for over twenty-four hours to get as much of a sun filled day as possible, but I think that it was worth it. I got to see my brother for the first time since Christmas and I got some free food from my parents. Early this morning I finally tended to my neglected bonsai tree. Somehow without my help it managed to survive a winter inside a dry house, but it isn't the same tree that I bought last summer. Instead of having a nicely shaped bonsai tree, I now have a small bush with too much dead growth. More than likely I should have trimmed it months ago, but I didn't. At the time I was afraid that I might kill it. Now I am wondering whether I did kill it by letting it go for so long. Branch after branch fell off as I carefully trimmed away the dead spots. The tree now has a new shape, but I hope that it will do better without the dead limbs. I also fear that the soil must be completely leeched of any nutrients. I really need to start taking better care of it. On a much larger scale, leaves on the red maple are starting to give some shelter on my porch. True shade is still probably a few weeks away, but I can see it happening soon.
I lie on my stomach out on my porch reading a book. My ribs press against the weathered boards of the porch with a towel between myself and them to soften them a little. It isn't enough, but I don't mind. Shadows from the tree flicker across the pages as I read. The sun beats down on my back and I am absorb all of it. A hint of sweat starts to form on my body and I roll over to alleviate the heat. Birds, wind and the sound of a plane hidden high above provide background noise.
That pleasant afternoon interlude changed as the day wore on. What I mean is that I think that I am allergic to something in the air. The yellow debris that falls from from the trees might look pretty but it makes my eyes water and my nose drip.
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