Mimosa "twig" harvested last night on my chalk walk; a frond plucked from the fern hanging in our garden, and 300 million year old carbonized remains of Neuropteris, and Pecopteris fern foliage. Just for Ms. Candide. Mimosas are rather odd trees; I'll have to do a bit of research on 'em, but not right now. Tonight is the fifth anniversary of Elspeth and I's marriage, performed by the roadside turnout on Magnetic Mountain above Eureka Springs, Arkansas, by a woman with an altar to her guru on the dashboard of her beat up Chevy mini. She was a superlative, and legal "minister."
