walking,

going with the prospect of good tomatoes and beets and finding the best earth
which accepts plants, the meanwhile talking of summer, renting cottages if it's
not too dear ("we shall scrimp and save") & getting muddy without care
in the plateau of thought by a lake designed for that purpose by someone.
horses, so de stil and prancing that they are creamed, and the tails of little striped
birds fluttering as if in perpetual love of the last few hours of daylight in

a reappearing forest