6.12.2008

Pretentiously enough, I sometimes find myself almost wholly convinced that I own the state of Washington.

I planted these trees. I was here when these dirt roads were laid. And how many days have I spent climbing these ladders, pruning and thinning and picking this fruit?

I walk the earth like the original buyer, the contracter, the builder, the dreamer. This is my state. Welcome Home.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Haha. You're so funny Cari.

Anonymous said...

you are something. I think this could be the beginning of a book you are writing, unawares.