good morning. it's sunny here. my feet are bare and cold under this desk. the crows have been making eerie noises coming from the direction of the baseball diamond and cemetery across the road. this has been going on for weeks. i wonder what they are saying.
so, i wrote a little poem about the history of greenhouses for you using sentences i found on wikipedia. i've been thinking about poetry and writing in general. i've also been thinking about chocolate covered s'mores poptarts. and the fact that i should never buy them again because when i do i eat the whole lot. and we can't have that.