Something like a Forest
Sebastopol
Dec. 3, 2005
At times I have wondered what it would be like to live in the broken-down trailer in the middle of the treelot where we cut and buy our tree each year. I would listen to public radio while I watered the trees on hot summer afternoons, and ride the #20 bus into town to hang out at the public library. Maybe invest in a cup of coffee at the counter of the Pine Cone diner before catching a late bus back to the tree lot, where I would sit reading on summer evenings in a lawn chair, under the starry country sky, surrounded by my imaginary forest.
Maybe that's a retirement dream if the mutual funds don't pan out. For now, I'll just continue to visit there once a year, saw down a cedar or pine tree, and drag it home.
