"The past, he said. The past is too much with me. And the past has made me useless. I have too much to remember—so much to remember that it becomes more important than the things there are to do. I’m living in the past and that is no way to live."
from Aesop, a City story
by Clifford Simak
We saw a young black bear with a white blaze on its chest rearing up to survey the cabin from the edge of the slough Friday night. I don't think it approached any closer, but hopefully, it moves on. It was quite positive that I could pick it out of the brush after my cataract surgery. I suspect I would not have noticed it last year. Each year is different, as one might expect. After the tent caterpillar invasion last year they are not really evident so far. But their still around. On a happier note, we have seen a lot more Shovelers this spring.
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