in the 70s, and dry. We're not at the lake yet, but out my window there are birds going at it, and trees, fully green now. I'm glad to be alive. I'm glad to have finished my long round of chemo and radiation and am looking forward to a summer of repair, of resting a lot, spending time with our children and grandchildren, and swimming and kayaking as much as I can. I especially appreciate this poem by Dick Allen, about the quality of our appreciation.
from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Giving thanks for life, possibilities