-As I admired the lush, healthy looking hostas bordering the sidewalk of one residence in Lake Forest, the situation struck me as kind of bitterly ironic. The person who takes care of those hostas, waters them fertilizes them, gives them appropriate amounts of sun, doesn't get to enjoy them or really take credit for them, seeing as most of the homes in Lake Forest have a team of landscapers on their lawns with a comb and scissors, ensuring that every blade of grass is more even than a Navy man's crew cut.
-There is a hazy fog hanging in the air, operating almost like an aperture, and separating each individual ray of light. Combined with the old, thick foliage of the Lake Forest trees, I feel as though I'm on a movie set. I briefly wonder if the fog is pollution.
-Crows bob through the grass in the park, pecking randomly at the ground. One flies up in front of me and lands thirty feet away. As he exacts his quick descent using his tail as a rudder, I am reminded of my dad telling me how to tell the difference between crows and ravens. A crows tail is rounded like a fan, whereas the tail of a raven comes to a tapered point. I'm grateful to share my dad's enthusiasm for learning.
(I suppose it's technically Friday, but I had a field trip.)
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