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Barbara Green I don't think I've ever seen a photo that so well depicts someone listening!
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Tina Pickard Stan ,as I have mentioned to you in the past about the Cicada-that descends every 17 years to mate, then dies.Research studies have been conducted on how trees cope with the plague of sap-sucking bugs all year. They were finding evidence that plants actively defend themselves against insects. Maybe trees and leaves are capable of much more than passive endurance................
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Stan Burfield Well, many of them definitely produce insect- repelling chemicals, not just thorns. I guess our crickets here aren't exactly cicadas, but they sure do make a racket. When you're living above the tree tops, like we do, you hear them from the whole forset, not just the closest line of trees. They really get loud. None yet though. Too early, I guess.
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Linda Eva Williams I don't think I've ever heard leaves "popping open"!
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Stan Burfield ha ha. Well, once or twice amongst those big sticky poplar (cottonwood here) leaves that unroll themselves fairly quickly on the right days in the spring, I thought I did hear them opening around me. But it may have been imagination as much as anything. I couldn't tell for sure. I could certainly smell their freshness those days. In any case, this was a quick step of poetry. Even if I did hear them, they wouldn't sound like rain or crickets. Only inside this thin head of mine...........Ps. Linda, one very likeable, actually wonderful, trait of yours has always been your total lack of hesitation at expressing ignorance of something. Hardly anyone will do that. The closest most people will come is total silence, which is not the same thing at all. You really do communicate. 100%. It's endlessly refreshing. The opposite is endlessly stifling. Well, okay, I'm exaggerating. I'm used to it now.
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Stan Burfield ha ha. Well, once or twice amongst those big sticky poplar (cottonwood here) leaves that unroll themselves fairly quickly on the right days in the spring, I thought I did hear them opening around me. But it may have been imagination as much as anything. I couldn't tell for sure. I could certainly smell their freshness those days. In any case, this was a quick step of poetry. Even if I did hear them, they wouldn't sound like rain or crickets. Only inside this thin head of mine.
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Linda Eva Williams Oh no, I think you have a thick head! :)
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Stan Burfield Like a good soup.
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Linda Eva Williams You do stew a lot.
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Stan Burfield My tongue, when I'm not talking, is a spoon to stir me up.
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Linda Eva Williams I do like this photo of you.
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Stan Burfield Well, at least it's 100%me, as is, take it or leave it.
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Stan Burfield Including the trees. :)
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Stan Burfield I'm trying to learn to be comfortable in the city, but there's still nothing like a path in the trees.
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Stan Burfield Well, at least it's 100% me, as is, take it or leave it.
Stan Burfield Including the trees. :)
Stan Burfield I'm trying to learn to be comfortable in the city, but there's still nothing like a path in the trees.
Peter B Weeks Stan, you're an outstanding man in a forest, or at minimum a man out standing in a forest!
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Stan Burfield Well, maybe that's an improvement over what I've always been: a man out standing in a field of burs.