Emery-H  476it’s for them i’m really yearning emery house – spring, 2013

The seasons in Newburyport, Massachusetts are about two weeks behind Western PA.

I’m walking the trails on the Emery House property through meadows full of yellow dandelion and dandelion seed-heads. And low to the ground another genus sprouts among the tall green grasses. The white petals are wet with dew, they twinkle in the morning light. (I had thought of bringing my iPod, but once I was out in the sunlight, hearing the birds, the iPod would have been the antithesis to the naturalness around me.)