4th of july
i love my quiet. sometimes people spend a few minutes in our house and suddenly sort of look around (especially people with young kids) and say, “it’s so quiet here.” yes it is. and i’ll take it. we lived for 16 years on the corner of two thoroughfares in minneapolis, where between the semis, the harley’s, and the ambulances, we rarely spent an hour without some disruptive noise. all of which means that 4th of july is not my favorite holiday, for reasons having purely to do with noise. i would like to spend the evening looking at these goatsbeard, as they silently explode, rather than lying in bed with my freaked out dog, waiting for the next detonation. regardless, i hope you have a happy 243rd birthday, america.
goatsbeard (aka salsify)