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On Memorial Day weekend, everybody
rushes out, and thus the river fills with bodies and boats. Young people
impatiently throw themselves into the water (not minding its uncleanness at
all) showing off their strong torsos, arms and legs, and tattoos too.
Honey
suckles fall to the ground covering many of the trails. Dandelions are
gone, but the flower heads of clovers are rushing out crowding every lawn.
And the peony garden looks noisy in full bloom. Soon, it will be the turn
of Milkweed, Thistle, Joe Pye Weed, Aster... It seems even nature
lacks imagination sometimes, like fashion: wide leg, straight leg, skinny
leg, tight fit, loose fit, high collar, long collar and no collar take
turns to occupy the central stage every few years.
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(Perhaps
science too. The international meeting of global environment change is
dominated by the theme of climate change (CC); conference rooms that hold
sessions relating to CC are filled full with eager faces; vulnerability,
adaptation and resilience appear frequently together in many titles of the
presentations. Thus we clothe the old research of natural hazards with a
new shiny fabric of CC, and make it fashionable again.)
Occasionally,
I saw a daisy on a trailside, its plain petals quietly opening up against
small pieces of a blue sky between tree branches. My eyes would brighten
and heart touched.
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